Dressed as a Ten-Year-Old Silly Girl to Escape the Famine and Rely on the Spiritual Spring to Counterattack

When I opened my eyes, I became a stupid ten-year-old girl in an ancient desert village. The best grandma was snatching the last half bag of rice bran from my house, my father had his legs broken, and my mother cried and fainted on the broken straw mat. And there was a ding in my head: [The doomsday survival system has been bound successfully, and the spiritual spring space has been activated.