I refused my relative's attempt to force me to sell for three million yuan. The entire village laughed at me, calling me a stubborn fool who clung to a bunch of broken old vats. To collect dividends from a shady chemical factory, they even helped outsiders sabotage the traditional soy sauce I had spent an entire year brewing. But they had no idea that the stinking mud they considered garbage and trampled underfoot was about to attract the attention of intangible cultural heritage experts from the capital and become a truly priceless treasure. You smashed my century-old vats. You can't afford to pay for them.