During a severe drought, her uncle forced her to sign a barren mountain contract and smashed her college entrance volunteer form. Li Xiuhe gritted her teeth and signed, moving into a broken shed. Little did anyone expect, a pool of spiritual spring water gushed out from the stone cracks—watering dead trees, making withered branches hang full of red fruit overnight; saving people, instantly stopping the bleeding of dying wounded. She dug up a century-old red ginseng, relying on the spiritual spring to grow rare treasures all over the mountain, but was eyed with jealousy by her uncle and cousin who tried to seize the mountain. Until a voice rang out at the foot of the mountain, and Pei Zhi presented the property rights and ironclad proof of inheritance—what she wanted was never just to survive, but to make everyone who owed her receive punishment.