(I watched the preview late, so I'll just update with a thousand words.)
A thousand people lived on a small island.
Early in the morning, a ray of sunlight fell across a young man's face. Before he could wake, a girl's voice came from outside.
"Big brother, I'm going to hear the chief's stories. I won't be back for lunch."
Her footsteps faded away. A long while later, the young man slowly woke and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Recalling what had just happened, he smiled. "That girl, always running off to play."
After a quick wash, he went into the room next door to check on its contents: nothing but dried bark and withered leaves.
"Sigh, these things again. When will I get to visit the country the chief spoke of, where Chinese medicinal herbs originated? It's so far away, though."
The young man recalled what the chief had told him: "Not far from here is the place where the herbs in your hands originated. Do you know that? Your mission is either to go there yourself or to wait for them to come."
"But how will I know someone came from there?" the young man asked.
"They say that when you see someone with a five-pointed star marking on the left side of his face, you'll know he's arrived." As he spoke, the chief drew on the ground, copying the image his father had shown him.
There on the ground was a pair of eyes, with a line extending from the outer corner and a five-pointed star on the cheek.
"Remember this. When you see someone who looks like this, it means one of their people has come. Do you understand?" the chief said solemnly.
"But why do we have to look for them? And wait for them