On the night spring rain ruined all the garlic in the village, only my family's fields had deep trenches dug to protect the harvest. The villagers knelt in the fields and wept, while I squatted on the ridge and said, "You mustn't be greedy when farming." The seller of fake fertilizer and the construction contractor fled overnight, and the fraudulent influencer deleted his account. I used the money from selling garlic to buy virus-free seeds and led everyone in deep-plowing the land and restoring its fertility for half a year. When the spring rain came again the following year, the whole village chased after me, asking whom they should trust this year. When roots grow deep, even the rain cannot wash them away.