In 1981, Lu Suifeng's relatives seized his ancestral land, so he traded the family heirloom irrigation farmland for a barren rocky mountain that nobody wanted. Everyone in the village laughed at him, calling him a fool. Six-year-old Guoguo squatted inside their shabby wooden hut and pointed at a patch of grass beside a large stone. 'Daddy, that little patch of grass beside the big rock is greener than all the other grass.' Three days later, he dug up something valuable in the mountains. A month later, he had built a food-processing factory on the mountain. Three months later, while the people who had mocked him were still chewing on plain steamed buns, he was already leading the entire village in selling canned goods in the provincial capital.