Keeping a Low Profile in the Mountains in the 1960s, with a Pocket Dimension

Deep-mountain farming + an undercurrent of patriotism and family duty + a slow-burning romance + a modest golden finger. While everyone else struggles to survive the famine, she quietly builds a paradise deep in the mountains.

When she opens her eyes, Qiao Yan has gone from being a top engineer in the year 2100 to Qiao Qinghe, a girl starving to death in a remote mountain village in 1960.

Her family has nothing. Her younger siblings are gaunt, her parents silent and stooped, and all they have to get by is a handful of brown rice and a house full of cold drafts.

Everyone says that being able to survive in the mountains in times like these is an achievement in itself.

Qiao Yan looks down at the mu of black soil, the handful of seeds, and the spring in her consciousness that can be upgraded.

She silently tightens her grip on the rusty hoe.

Just survive? No.

She will make sure her whole family secretly gets to eat white rice and wear new padded coats during this famine, and live a life others wouldn't dare dream of.

She ventures into the deepest wilderness, finds a hidden mountain hollow, improves the soil with knowledge from the future, and quietly sows premium seeds from her space.

Kudzu starch, smoked game, a cellar packed with grain... In a corner no one knows about, the Qiao family's life gradually grows richer.

Until the day she finds a trail of unfamiliar rubber-boot prints in the mountains.

Until Lu Huaizhou, a destitute young man with the sharp eyes of an eagle and a mysterious identity, is sent down to her village.

Until gunshots ring through the mountains at night, shattering the calm on the surface.

Qiao Yan had planned to keep her head down forever.

But when the shadow of enemy agents falls over the village, and she sees the bloodstained, top-secret intelligence Lu Huaizhou hands her beneath the moonlight...

She sighs and pulls something that doesn't belong to this era out of her space.