[Farming + plane trading + cute babies + warm group portraits (daily, no cp)]
The dry cellar of the five-year-old lucky star can be connected to a modern supermarket.
Starting from a bowl of thin rice soup with my chest pressed against my back due to hunger,
I discovered that the scrap metal that no one wanted in the village was a modern antique.
From struggling to get enough food to crazy shopping,
From the despair of the entire village to collective partnership.
Carrying a small bamboo basket on her back, she shuttled between the two worlds, from a pack of instant noodles to a fully automatic farm machine, from starvation everywhere to a paradise.
The famine years were still the same famine years, but the whole village became richer and richer day by day.
