I Unearthed National Treasures During the Famine

Antique restorer Lin Wan died suddenly at an auction house. When she opened her eyes, she had become a mistreated woman in 1970s Northeast China.

Even the mice had abandoned the dilapidated house, starving as they were. She clutched her growling stomach, close to tears.

A broken bowl by the stove suddenly flashed with purple light. It was actually an authentic imperial kiln piece!

While the whole village gnawed on tree bark, she traded a ceramic jar for a sack of white flour.

"Has Lin Wan gone crazy? Trading a broken jar for food?" the neighbors scoffed.

Only when famine swept the land did they see the grain in her spatial storehouse piled high as a mountain.

And the enemies who had once thrown her into the river were now kneeling in the snow, begging for half a bowl of bran.

Lin Wan wrapped her army coat tighter and chuckled. "This Qianlong famille rose bowl is yours in exchange for the deed to your ancestral home."