In the third year of Chongzhen, there was a severe drought. Thousands of miles of red land, rivers cut off, and the people had no choice but to leave their homes. On the way to escape, her eldest son, whom she had loved for half her life, cruelly pushed her against a rock and hit her to death in order to save her food rations, while her precious grandson just watched indifferently. After rebirth, she gained a mysterious space in which she could freely From traveling to the market 500 years later, the polished rice here that even the emperor could not afford was only two yuan a pound, and any utensil she brought was an antique worth tens of thousands. When she opened it again, she went back to the day when her second son died in the border battle.
