Mountain, a majestic mountain. Beyond the mountain is a whole new world.

People, a group of mountain people. Several generations of people have lived in this mountain.

Trees, trees all over the mountain. The green mountains embrace the green water, and the green water reflects the green mountains. This is the home where mountain people live.

Every morning, with the rising sun and the singing of birds, the mountain people begin their day's work. On the mountain road, the first person to walk was a man in his 50s - the old village chief. He doesn't know what economics is, he only knows that people in the mountains must keep food. Today, the birds in the forest sang very vocally, and the old village chief walked faster than before. He didn't know that the mountain was going to change.

In the afternoon, Wang Ming, a young man from the village, brought a group of people from outside the mountain and also drove in several trucks. I heard someone said that that group of people were here to do business. Only they know what business to do.

In the evening, the old village chief, who was carrying a hoe home, heard for the first time that trees in the mountains could be sold for money. Everyone was excited, but the old village chief had no idea. To sell or not to sell, the lights in the village chief's house stayed on that night.

Immediately afterwards, someone began to inquire for news. Facing the villagers and the people who rely on the mountains, the village chief didn't know what to say. He thought of his mother who died of illness due to lack of money, he thought of the mountains left by his ancestors, and he thought of the poverty in the village. To sell or not to sell...

On the third day, someone brought a bulldozer and a group of people with chainsaws claiming to be the county logging team came. They handed the village chief a slip saying it was a logging contract. The village chief is illiterate, so he just signs a red circle on it and the trees can be turned into money.

The village chief was extremely conflicted. He hated that the green hills had turned into barren hills and that he could not keep the trees left by his ancestors. He was happy that after the first load of wood was shipped out of the mountain, a sum of money poured into the mountain. The life of the villagers has indeed changed, with buildings, motorcycles, and Wang Ming even drove a car...

Finally one day, the mountains turned into bare mountains and the water was no longer green. It was another rainy night, and the village chief was woken up by the villagers. Some people panicked and said that a flash flood was coming, and some people were busy packing their things and preparing to escape. However, it was too late. At the moment when the flash flood came, the whole village was submerged, and the contract disappeared with the flood.