Song Qinghan transmigrates from a zombie apocalypse to ancient times. The moment she opens her eyes, she finds herself thrown out of the family home with a sack of potatoes. Drought grips the northern lands, and war rages everywhere. Her parents are both dead, so people take advantage of the situation and kick them out.
She has barely escaped one danger before landing in another. It's hard to get by anywhere. But Song Qinghan refuses to sit around and wait for death. She has a pocket dimension and a spiritual spring for growing crops, doubling her yields!
While others flee famine eating bran and wild greens, she has a chicken in one hand and a duck in the other. Life is absolutely delightful.
If only she hadn't met a shameless man on the road who insisted on following her around and brazenly calling her his wife. Then she could really live it up!
Why does such a holy mother have to help these villagers? If people don't obey you, they still want to stay here. Isn't it good to be beautiful alone? I am speechless to have to be tied to such a group of people. . . . . .