Reborn in the late 1980s, Fang Ping became a two-year-old rural child.
The father is frail but a good cook, the mother takes care of the housework, and the three siblings live in a mud house.
Grandma is a child bride, grandpa is an old hospital handyman, and the family lives by tightening their belts.
But there is a lottery board in my mind, with cultivation magic weapons, interstellar mechas, modern home appliances, ancient gold and silver... A dazzling array of things.
It's a pity that the needle keeps spinning between "Thank you for your patronage" and "A pinch of spiritual soil".
Seeing that her father was coughing badly, Fang Ping tried her best to draw the lottery.
The pointer swayed, skipping over life-extending pills, brushing against the treatment device, and stopped at a book... "The Barefoot Doctor's Manual (1969 Edition)"?
My father flipped through the old book that fell out of thin air, his eyes bright: "This recipe... Seems like it can be tried?"
Fang Ping waved her little hands, hiding her merit and fame.
