Jiang Xia was discussing retirement with her best friend when a truck came speeding toward them and smashed them to pieces.
When she opened her eyes, she had transmigrated to another world, where a great fire was spreading.
Jiang Xia had become a poor woman whose son had shoved her against a wall. After gathering their remaining supplies, she reunited with her best friend Lin Qing, and they clung to each other and wept.
To avoid becoming cannon fodder in this chaotic age, Jiang Xia resolutely took Lin Qing deep into the mountains to escape the turmoil.
Though they lacked clothes and food, and had neither a pocket dimension nor a System, Jiang Xia could still rely on her limited knowledge to find a way to survive in these troubled times.
No fields? They’d make some. No land? They’d clear some. As long as they were alive, what couldn’t they do?
Later, golden rice grew in the mountains, along with plump potatoes and sweet potatoes.
The two of them lived happily in their secluded paradise.
But gradually, more and more people came to the mountains.
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