Gu Qingli woke up to find that she had transmigrated into a chaotic era comparable to the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, and was already fleeing famine.
The skills she had honed in the apocalypse made coping with the chaos of this era a breeze. And on top of that, the storage space stocked with trillions of supplies had come with her. She could practically do whatever she wanted here.
But for some reason, Heaven had also given her a rough-looking, foolish husband for free. His ruggedly handsome looks were acceptable, but what was with his having the intelligence of a five-year-old?
Earthquakes, plagues, floods, extreme cold, and drought struck one after another, leaving people with no chance to survive. Yet Gu Qingli noticed that more and more people were following her...
One day, her foolish husband became clever again. He leaned close and spoke in his deep, resonant voice: “Wife, we have people, supplies, and mines. Why should we keep letting the authorities oppress us?”
Gu Qingli gritted her teeth. “Then let’s rebel!”
