When Lin Chunya opened her eyes, she fell from the supermarket shelves in the 21st century back to the Tongzilou in the 1970s.
No way back to the city? It didn't matter, she was assigned to work as a temporary worker in a non-staple food factory, and she had to start from the hardest and most tiring job even if she was holding an iron rice bowl.
But no one expected that on her first day at work, she would blow up the cafeteria with a can of "canned luncheon meat"——
"How can this meat be so delicious?"
"It's so oily! It's firm! It smells amazing!"
The leader kept asking for the recipe, and colleagues gathered around to find a way out. Lin Wanxing just smiled and didn't answer:
Her confidence is not from connections or luck, but from the newly activated modern food system in her mind.
The system refreshes a future processed food recipe every day: luncheon meat, canned yellow peaches, braised pork ribs, spiced dried tofu, butter biscuits, instant noodles...
As long as you make the finished product, you can sell it for money; the rarer the taste, the more outrageous the profit.
She went from trying her skills in the cafeteria to secretly saving money to start a "small workshop";
From carrying samples to the Canton Fair to set up a stall, to being regarded by a foreign trade company as a "capable person with overseas connections" and unexpectedly signing a large OEM order;
From wooing retired masters and revitalizing abandoned factories, to establishing production lines, registering brands, and opening up supply and marketing cooperatives and wholesale channels——
Don't rely on men, don't fall in love, don't engage in internal strife.
She relied on a pair of hands, a system, and an unyielding determination to live a steamy life, sell cans across the country, and live her life as the toughest "richest woman" in the 1970s.
"The 1970s: I became the richest man by selling cans through the system"
Reader comments
At the beginning, the heroine comes back from the countryside, and then systematically takes out the meat for cooking. How can you tell that the heroine has traveled through time? It's like a spy movie, with this suspicion and that suspicion
It feels very depressing. There is a system. Isn't the recipe directly in the head? Why can others still see it? And why does it have to be made and whether the radish is broken or not?
At the beginning, the heroine comes back from the countryside, and then systematically takes out the meat for cooking. How can you tell that the heroine has traveled through time? It's like a spy movie, with this suspicion and that suspicion
It feels very depressing. There is a system. Isn't the recipe directly in the head? Why can others still see it? And why does it have to be made and whether the radish is broken or not?