You Drink Soup and Eat Braised Meat Every Day, and You Call That Exile?

(The heroine is blessed with good fortune and a koi's luck + a spiritual spring space + fleeing famine + farming + infrastructure building) The moment the end-times war goddess opened her eyes, she had become a soft, chubby three-year-old toddler. The family is about to be arrested and exiled. What can a three-year-old toddler like me do? What can I do? The little one glanced at the space that had come with her and giggled. The emperor likes confiscating people's property, does he? I'll empty the national treasury overnight, right down to the chamber pots, and make you the poorest emperor in history! The next day, the emperor saw the completely empty treasury and fainted on the spot. “Have you heard? The treasury was looted last night!” “That's not all. I heard from someone inside that the Imperial Medical Bureau and the Imperial Household Department were hit too, and even the emperor's chambers...” “Maybe the emperor angered the gods!” “Exactly. Disasters are sweeping the northwest, and the emperor still won't release grain for relief...” The culprit had no idea she'd already made the emperor faint with rage. At that moment, she was sleeping soundly in her mother's arms. “Madam, I'm afraid we'll run out of food.” The toddler raised her little hand. “Mama, I see a deer!” “Madam, our water won't last until tomorrow.” The toddler plopped down on her bottom. “Mama, my pants are wet.” Little scene 1: Lu Mo: “This girl is interesting. Give her to me as a maid!” N days later, the tables have turned. Gu Xuanyue: “This young man is interesting. Stay here and be my guard!”