The Female General's Soul Transmigrates to the 1980S, Where She Uses Force to Deal with Weirdos

Transmigration, space, comedy, revenge, and getting rich The Great Jing Dynasty, northern frontier. Shen Jinghong, the Defender General, took a hidden arrow to the chest. Her blood stained her battle robe as she crumpled to the ground. She had spent her life at war, never falling to an enemy, only to die by treachery. If she had another life, she would never wear armor again or get involved in court affairs. She would live a quiet, carefree life. Just as her consciousness sank into darkness, a shrill, spiteful voice dragged her back to the world of the living. “Shen Guizhi! The sun's already up! Get out of bed! Trying to slack off and dodge your work points, are you?” “I'm telling you, you married into the Li family to work! If you don't go to the fields today, don't expect a bite to eat tonight!” Shen Jinghong's eyes flew open. Above her was the blackened ceiling of an earthen house. Dried corn and red peppers hung from the rafters; sacks were piled in the corner, and the window was covered with old newspaper. The air was thick with the smells of cooking, mildew, and sweat. This wasn't a military camp or a battlefield. She tried to move her fingers, but her whole body was weak and aching, and her head was foggy. This wasn't her body. A woman in her forties stood in front of her, dressed in a faded blue jacket with mud on her trouser legs. Her hair was carelessly tied up, her cheekbones jutted out, and her triangular eyes slanted upward. Her face was the picture of spite. The original owner's memories flooded in. This was her mother-in-law, Li Cuihua. It was 1980, in the Hongqi Production Brigade. What the heck is going on? My soul has transmigrated into someone else's body. My name is Shen Guizhi now, a meek daughter-in-law who's been worked so hard by her husband's family that she's nearly dead. Yesterday, the original Shen Guizhi was shoved by Li Cuihua, hit her head on the edge of the kang, and passed out, never to wake again. When she woke up, I had transmigrated here from the Great Jing Dynasty. Good heavens, how am I supposed to survive from now on!