The Three-Year-Old Prodigy Speaks, and Reality Obeys

[Period setting + mysticism + pampered by the whole family + punishing scoundrels + supporting the family and building wealth]

The grandmaster of the mystical sect failed to overcome her tribulation. When she opened her eyes, she had become Niannian, a three-and-a-half-year-old farm girl in the 1970s.

Her family is so poor they can barely scrape by. Her father is blindly obedient to his parents, her mother is a pushover, and her two older sisters have been raised to put their brother first.

The whole honest family is firmly under the thumb of a mean grandmother and parasitic uncle and aunt. They’re even planning to sell her to a fool in exchange for a bride price.

Niannian pouted. “You want to sell me? You must be tired of living!”

That very day, her wicked grandmother fell and broke her leg, while her vicious aunt was caught stealing a chicken and chased around by the whole village.

From then on, three-and-a-half-year-old Niannian became the backbone of the family.

“Dad, don’t go up the mountain. There’s a tiger in there today!” The next moment, the village bully who went into the mountains was chased by a tiger, running for his life.

“Mom, hurry and buy up all the salt at that supply and marketing cooperative!” Three days later, salt prices soared, and the whole village came begging at her family’s door.

“Big Sis, don’t marry that educated youth. He’ll end up in a labor camp!” “Second Sis, join the art troupe. You’ll become a big star!”

As their lives grew better and better, Niannian’s parents and sisters, whose fortunes she had transformed, spoiled her rotten.

Then one day, a man wearing the insignia of a senior military officer came to their door and hugged her with red-rimmed eyes. “My daughter, I’m sorry I’m so late!”

Niannian read his fortune with her fingers. Oh my, this new father of hers is surrounded by purple energy, destined for great things, and will keep her fed for a long time!

She followed him to the military compound. Everyone was waiting to laugh at the country girl, but instead…

The military bigwigs lined up at her door every day to have their fortunes told. “Master Niannian, do you think my project will succeed?”

“Master Niannian, help me figure out where that enemy spy is hiding!”