War was over for the little Chinese village where Su-Mei lived, with her mother, who was a good wife (so good that she never let her husband know that she was a scholar too), and her slightly crippled father, who came home from time to time from the Big School in the not far distant city. On this particular occasion, Dwan-twei brought good newsword of how to combat the black devils in the wheat. But the villagers scoffed and the older ones clung to their fears, but Su-mei and her chum Tsai-fu believed and planted the good seed and tended it. Then Tsai-fu was hurt and was taken to the hospital connected with the Big School, and Su-mei and her friend slept in the field of good grain to guard it from the jealous Bao, whose stolen grain was turning black. As success comes- and Su-mei's mother proves her skill at nursing- and a school is established with a system by which young and old can learn, the village turns its face forward and Su-mei's scholar father gets the recognition he deserves. A charming picture of a Chinese village of today, with much that rings true of ways of life and thought.