Sent to the Countryside in Nothing but a Split-Crotch Onesie, Forget QQ Farm

(She has a golden finger, but hardly uses it. She mostly relies on her knowledge advantage to build a farm and make money. It's pretty useless.)

The moment He Min opened her eyes, it was 1975. Sent to the countryside, way out in the northwest. Well, that covered all the essentials.

Wait, why was she still wearing split-crotch pants?

On one side were parents who wanted to sell her as a child bride to a disabled man “for her own good.” On the other was her aunt, who was always scowling and snapping at everyone, yet worked herself to the bone and never let go of He Min's hand.

Forget it. She'd go with her aunt.

The snowstorms in the Great Northern Wilderness might be a little fierce, and the living conditions a little harsh, but that was all right. She'd brought QQ Farm with her, so she could support herself and her aunt.

She would make sure her aunt had good food and drink, help her go to college, and find her a handsome husband.

Here, she witnesses the hardships of the sent-down youth era and the little stories that unfold among the young people sent to the countryside.

It's just that having a treasure trove she can't use makes her miserable, and there's always some little brat pestering her for candy.

He Min kicked the snot-nosed tagalong behind her. “Go away. I only raise my aunt, not you.”

She starts a factory and puts on fashion shows, so fashion is no longer just something foreigners excel at. The Chinese won't have to worship foreign things, and foreigners will get a chance to look up to us, too.