Reborn at the end of the world, with a pocket dimension and a vast stockpile of supplies, Yin Shaoji opened her eyes to find herself in ancient times. Famine was ravaging the land and refugees were everywhere. Worse, at just seven years old, she was being sold as a child bride.
No problem. You buy me, I buy you. Fair enough.
With a golden finger, she definitely wouldn’t starve to death. She’d just need a few people to help her out. Buying a few wouldn’t hurt.
Going with the flow, she joined the refugee caravan with the laborers she’d bought. Then she watched in disbelief as someone flew over her head on a sword!
Farming, then switching to cultivation? No problem. She was young, so there was still time. A big white steamed bun was all it took to find a master.
She thought having a powerful patron would let her focus on cultivation. Who knew the big shot only wanted her to use her grain to save people from famine?
Her life, sure. Her grain, no way. She packed up and fled in the middle of the night.
She ran, he chased. She wanted a full meal; he wanted her help with farming. After roaming the world, Yin Shaoji realized that farming had been her story all along. It wasn’t too late to start now.
