*Once upon a time, there was a farmer who did not believe that his land is not good for growing grain. He couldn't accept that he couldn't grow the food that he stared at his empty plate for so long. Until it was his death. And even his ghost stared at the plate. The idea was so powerful that the soil became fertile. And so every year there was a large wheat field. And in the middle, there is a table with an empty plate.*