Zhao Youran was stunned. She never imagined she would wake up to find herself a village schoolteacher at the foot of Changbai Mountain in 1954.
But the rice jar was empty. Even the mice would have cried at the sight of it. The woman whose body she now occupied had starved to death because of that, with the heavy snow sealing off the mountains outside.
The snow had stopped, but Zhao Youran was still so hungry she could barely move.
Just as she lay on the kang waiting to die, she finally awakened a spiritual spring dimension.
With hunting and the spiritual spring dimension to rely on, she and her students can eat whatever they want during this famine, when food is scarce. She also does her best to help her students’ families.
