[Transmigration + Period Setting + Pocket Dimension + Survival + Human Nature]
In the thirty-first year of the Republic of China, Henan suffers a severe drought. Locusts blot out the sky, and the dead lie everywhere.
Chen Sheng, a graduate student in history, transmigrates in an instant and wakes up as someone who has nearly starved to death.
Trembling all over, Chen Sheng has only one thought left: survive.
His sister-in-law, Li Xiulian, has brought Nier, who is so starved she's skin and bones. She looks at him not with hatred, but numbness. One more mouth to feed means another death sentence. Before dying, his predecessor had given half a steamed bun to Qin He and her sister, two refugee schoolteachers who had collapsed by the roadside. This “inheritance” leaves him with two more mouths to feed.
Four people, and not even the bark has been scraped clean from the pot.
His only lifeline is the pocket dimension that crossed over with his soul. It measures one cubic meter, and anything placed inside will never spoil.
But it can't conjure up a single grain of food.
Chen Sheng has to find, steal, trade for, or risk his life to get food. He digs half a sack of moldy dried sweet potatoes out of an abandoned cellar, digs up edible roots in the wilderness, and uses modern knowledge to build traps for wild game. Every bite is bought with his life. The pocket dimension only lets him hide and preserve the food he manages to get by sheer luck, so he won't eat it all at once and then starve to death.
But in a village where everyone's eyes have gone red with hunger, the mere fact that his family hasn't starved to death is their greatest crime.
People in the village start watching him.
Bandits, defeated soldiers, even former neighbors: he'd read in history books what hunger could turn people into. Now he has to see it with his own eyes and bear it firsthand.
He walks a tightrope between “finding food” and “hiding food,” struggling through the rifts between family bonds and human nature.
This life no longer belongs to him alone.
