Back to 1970 with Supplies: Hey, Handsome Married Guy, Interested?

Before she died, Grandma secretly slipped me a wooden bracelet. In the midst of my grief, I never expected to accidentally unlock the space inside it. After that, I kept dreaming of the life Grandma had told me about in her youth: ration coupons for grain and cooking oil, pieces of paper marked with one cent, people dressed in blue and black, swinging hoes, leading oxen, and carrying sickles...

What was going on? Was Grandma trying to give me some kind of hint? Whatever it was, I had to get moving and stock up on supplies. Even if I was just imagining things, I could keep them and open a supermarket or something.

One day, I woke up and opened my eyes to a wooden ceiling beam instead of the familiar white ceiling. A young man was holding a red-and-white metal basin and telling me to get up and wash my face...

Family life and little everyday moments. The heroine only wants to make life a little better for herself and those around her. She doesn't have what it takes to drag her whole country forward.