Time travel, space, comedy, nirvana, getting rich
Dajing Dynasty, Northern Xinjiang.
General Shen Jinghong was hit by a cold arrow, his robes were stained with blood, and he fell down heavily.
He fought in battles throughout his life and did not die at the hands of his enemies, but died in a conspiracy.
If there is an afterlife, I will no longer wear armor, no longer go to court, and just be a stable and comfortable person.
The next moment her consciousness sank into darkness, she was forcefully dragged back to the world by harsh curses.
"Shen Guizhi!
The sun is shining on my butt, so I can't afford it!
Do you want to be lazy and avoid work points? "
"Let me tell you, marrying into our Li family is your destiny to work!
If you don't go to the ground today, you won't even be able to touch a bite of food tonight! "
Shen Jinghong opened his eyes suddenly.
What you see is a dark adobe roof, dried corn and red peppers hanging from the beams, sacks piled in the corners, old newspapers pasted on the windows, and a smell of smoke, musty, and sweat mixed together.
Not a military camp, not a battlefield.
She moved her fingers, her whole body was sore and weak, her head was dizzy, this was not her body.
Standing in front of him was a woman in her forties, wearing a washed-white blue cloth gown with muddy trousers, her hair scrunched up, cheekbones prominent, triangular eyes hanging high, and a mean look on her face.
The memory of the original owner instantly flooded in. This was her mother-in-law, Li Cuihua.
This is 1980, Hongqi Production Brigade.
Holy shit, what kind of plot is this? I'm so confused.
My current name is Shen Guizhi, and I am a cowardly daughter-in-law who was tortured to death by her husband's family.
Yesterday, the original owner was pushed by Li Cuihua and hit the edge of the kang. He fainted and died.
When I woke up again, it was me who had traveled from Dajing.
Oh my god, how will I survive in the future?
