In the village, the production road is repaired for free, and every household does not spend a single penny. However, pig farmer Liu Dashun drives an old tractor to block the middle of the road, demanding twenty thousand in compensation, thinking that the whole village must bow to his whims. Li Chunsheng simply reroutes to bypass him; the village's concrete road connects all the way to their doors, while only his family still steps in deep mud. He thinks proper road repairs cost seven hundred extra for brick slag cushion, and his pig delivery truck gets stuck in the mud on the spot; he hires an amateur construction team for thirty-six hundred to pour a thin concrete road, and as soon as a feed truck presses on it, it collapses, ruining thirty tons of feed. When he lowers his head to apologize, and spends eighteen thousand six hundred to fix the road, a final tally shows—the eighteen-meter road cost nearly one hundred thousand in losses. What blocks the road is never the mud, but the breath in people's hearts that refuses to let go.