General, Add a Chicken Leg, and I'll Help You Seize the Throne.

I know nothing but fortune-telling, and I don't want to do anything else. In my previous life, I relied on fortune telling for people, and I saved enough pension money at the age of twenty-six to prepare myself to lie down until I die. As a result, when I woke up, I traveled back to ancient war-torn times. I ate steamed buns every day, and in the third month I finally cried from hunger. In order to have a hot bite, I endured my irritation and calculated with my fingers. Then, I led the few dozen old, weak, women and children left in our village to pick up abandoned grain and grass. When we gathered around the fire, eating delicious barbecue and white flour steamed buns. A man covered in blood came to me. He is the master of grain and grass, Xiao Jue, the undefeated war god of Dayan. He pinched my wrist and looked like he wanted to stab me: "How do you, a mountain village woman, know our army's ambush point and retreat route?" I burped and looked at him lazily: "General, let's discuss it. I'll help you figure out the world." "Can you provide me with three meals a day, plus a chicken drumstick?"