Xiangtu's Counterattack: a Funny Story of Making a Fortune in Sadomasochism

When Awan lit the first incense in the woodshed, the wind outside the window was filled with the smell of soot and old newspapers. She didn't know that this scent would be like a thread, affecting the fate of the entire Qingping Town. A seventeen-year-old girl traveled through time and became the seventh child of the Chen family. The bottom of the pot at home was so thin that shadows could be reflected, and the five brothers and one sister had their own concerns. Her mother, Wang Xiulan, secretly gave her boiled eggs while chanting, "God will starve to death." And she, holding the memory of modern incense making and a mysterious space, quietly lit the fuse of fate in the pile of firewood. **Act 1: Dilemma** The spices grow wildly in the space, and time solidifies in the soil. But the reality is as cold as well water in winter. The pressure of family planning, the suppression of supply and marketing cooperatives, and the strange eyes of neighbors have all turned into invisible nets. She wants to support her family with her crafts, but she is regarded as an outlier who "engages in feudal superstition"; she wants to protect her family, but she can't even secure her position next to the stove. **Act 2: The Turning** A piece of soothing incense cured the town middle school teacher's insomnia, but an anonymous reporting letter made her famous. Zhou Junlang came to the door with orders from the supply and marketing cooperative, his eyes stronger than the incense. She began to teach people how to make incense, and turned the incense into the key to change their destiny. The fifth sister grew up from a little girl who could only pass incense shovels to a "little incense master" who independently distributes incense. Zhang Tiezhu protected the sandalwood with a military coat, and Liu Laizi rowed a boat to rescue incense on a rainy night... **Act 3: The Price** Love struggles in class prejudice, and family ties are torn apart by the torrent of the times. Zhao Defa inspected her workshop with a smile, and Li Chunmei tenderly handed over "