林浩搓了搓还冻得生疼的手指，灌了口滚烫的糊子， Forced down the remaining porridge, he thought of the green fields hidden in his space. This warmth is the source of his hope in the cold winter.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Lin Hao, who was engrossed in his thoughts, was startled. Who is it? This time of year, no one would come to his courtyard except for trouble.

opening the door, to his surprise, it was Wang Liang's son, Wang Miao. Wang Miao, who was about twenty years old, had a haggard look on his face. He looked around the courtyard and said: "Brother Lin, I heard you have something special, can you show me?"

Seeing Wang Miao's appearance, Lin Hao felt a sense of understanding. Wang Miao, who used to be the master of the courtyard, had always been envious of Lin Hao's ability to get rich. Now that the world is in chaos, he still wants to take advantage of others.

Lin Hao smiled and said: "Wang Miao, what do you want to see? If it's reasonable, I'll show it to you. If it's not, I won't."