General, Give Me a Chicken Leg and I'll Help You Conquer the Empire

I'm useless. All I can do is tell fortunes, and I don't want to do anything else.

In my previous life, I made a living telling fortunes and had saved enough for retirement by the age of twenty-six. I was ready to lie flat for the rest of my life.

Then I woke up one day and transmigrated to an ancient world torn apart by war.

I ate nothing but corn buns every day, and by the third month, I was crying from hunger.

Desperate for a hot meal, I swallowed my annoyance and began calculating the future with my fingers.

Then I led the few dozen elderly people, women, and children left in our village to a stash of abandoned provisions.

As we sat around the fire, eating fragrant roast meat and steamed white buns,

a man covered in blood came looking for me.

He was the owner of the provisions, Xiao Jue, the undefeated God of War of Great Yan.

He gripped my wrist and glared at me as if he wanted to kill me:

“How could a village woman like you know the ambush points and retreat routes of my army?”

I let out a burp and looked at him lazily.

“General, how about a deal? I'll tell fortunes for the whole world.”

“You cover three meals a day and throw in a chicken leg. Deal?”