Liu Ling Gou Has Space in the Mountains

Farming in the mountains + hidden feelings about family and country + long-lasting love + moderate golden fingers. While others were struggling to survive in the lean years, she quietly built a paradise in the mountains. When he opened his eyes, Qiao Yan changed from a top engineer in 2100 to Qiao Qinghe who was dying of hunger in a mountain village in 1960. The family is poor, the younger siblings are sallow and thin, the parents are silent and hunched, and they live in poverty with only a handful of brown rice and the cold wind filling the house. Everyone says that in these days, being able to survive in the mountains is a matter of skill. Qiao Yan lowered his head and looked at the acres of black soil, a handful of seeds, and the upgradeable spring water that suddenly appeared in his consciousness. She silently clenched the rusty hoe in her hand. Alive? No. She wants the whole family to secretly eat white rice, wear new cotton-padded jackets, and live a life that others dare not imagine in this famine year. She drilled into the deepest wild mountains, found hidden mountain cols, used the knowledge of the future to improve the soil, and quietly sown seeds from space. Pueraria powder, smoked game, and plenty of grain in the cellar... The lives of the Qiao family are quietly becoming more abundant in a corner that no one knows about. Until that day, she encountered a strange line of rubber shoe footprints in the mountains. Until Lu Huaizhou, a down-and-out young man with sharp eyes like an eagle and a mysterious identity, was sent to her mountain village. Until the sound of gunfire in the mountains late at night broke the superficial calm. Qiao Yan wanted to keep going. But when the shadow of enemy agents shrouded the mountain village, when she saw clearly the blood-stained core intelligence delivered by Lu Huaizhou under the moonlight... She sighed and took out something that didn't belong to this era from the space.