An orphan girl who traveled through time woke up on the verge of starving to death, with dead branches and snow hitting her face, and her stomach twisted into rags. Looking at the dilapidated thatched hut occupied by the villagers, he crushed the gangster's wrist with his foot: "Either move your chickens away, or I roast them. How can I, a modern man, starve to death in this era? What a joke! What's going on with the man in gorgeous clothes with an arrow in his chest? Could it be that God has sent me a God of Wealth and a rich second generation!
