Springtime in the Mountain Villages of Those Bygone Years

Short-lived Lin Qinghe had accepted that she wouldn’t live long in this life, but just as she was about to die of illness, she ended up being murdered too.

She closed her eyes and opened them again, only to transmigrate to 1955, an era when people really did starve to death.

Immortals, do you even remember why my life was cut short?

In 1956, in a mountain village, poor little Lin Qinghe had a father who didn’t care for her and a mother who didn’t love her. Only her grandmother protected her.

Luckily, her grandmother’s silver filigree bracelet gave her a pocket dimension with a warehouse and a plot of land.

She didn’t mind working herself to the bone in the fields, as long as she had enough to eat and warm clothes to wear. What more could she ask for?

Well, a bicycle would be nice too.

Old scores had to be settled.

In a little mountain village, spring was everywhere, and not just in the scenery.

The spring breeze has a thousand-mile road ahead; it won’t stop for just one person.