Returning to 70, I Lay Down with Hundreds of Millions of Supplies

As soon as Gu Xia inherited a hundred billion inheritance, he was tricked to death. As soon as Gu Xia opened his eyes, he returned to 1977 when he was short of food and clothing. She became a weak little orphan girl whose parents had just died, her job was snatched away, and her pension was still worried about by her best relatives. The whole village was waiting to see how she would starve to death on the streets. My fiancé, who was engaged to be married, also came to the door overnight and was busy trying to clear up the relationship: "Gu Xia, we have three generations of poor peasants in our family, and we cannot afford to marry a pretty girl like you!" Gu Xia: "Oh." She turned around and kicked the scumbag, closed the door, and calmly opened the large warehouse supermarket that came with her. A whole row of rice, flour, grains and oil, a freezer of pork, beef and mutton, endless imported snacks, and gold and jewelry stacked as high as a mountain. Starve? Doesn't exist. So, when the villagers beat him to death for a mouthful of coarse grains and wild vegetables. Gu Xia was hiding at home, happily cooking snail noodles with fried chicken and iced Coke. When everyone was fighting over a few feet of cloth tickets. Gu Xia casually took out a century-old wild ginseng from the space and easily exchanged it for the big yard in the city and the first pot of gold. Unknowingly, she became the country's first "100-million-yuan household" by reselling supplies. The remorseful ex-fiancé and his family cried and begged to come to the door, but were blocked by a mysterious man from Beijing. The man had deep eyebrows and protected Gu Xia behind him, with a low and doting voice: "Daughter-in-law, it's getting cold. It's time to take out the boxes of Australian wool in our space." Gu Xia helplessly spread his hands: "I really... Just want to find a place to lie down!"