When time was not a concept, Qiángdà de zhànshì, a poor farmer, struggled to meet the needs of his children and the agony of his mother’s bound feet left him to grow a crop by himself. With a mountain Chill destroying everyday life.
In the house, the Chill was unbearable, the people suffer and call for a hero.
I have to get rid of this chill before it destroy's us. The village needs someone and I will have to do.
After Qiángdà breaks the news to his mother,
Dear Mother, our village is dying and I need you to stay here, tell the great tales to keep everyone strong. Goodbye, I will miss you.
You cannot leave! You would sentence us to death and your sacrifice would be vain!
Qiángdà left heavyhearted to collect the last growing crops, leaving most behind for his family, Taking the scraps in a bag for himself.
This will either go really well, or really badly. I will take that chance.
As the golden bringer of light came the next morning Qiángdà set off in new winter snow, that was too early for everyone's liking.
I will save my mother and the village, whatever it takes.