A slow-paced transmigration story. The heroine will travel through many small worlds and gradually grow.
An alternate-universe, lighthearted story. Dear readers, please don’t overthink the logic.
Thirty-year-old He Xiaomai, unmarried and single, transmigrated on an ordinary evening into the 1960s, a time of scarce food and clothing when even getting enough to eat was a struggle. Three little ones were crying to be fed, too. Fortunately, a stripped-down version of Pinduoduo came with her. He Xiaomai gradually adjusted to daily life with the three children, but no one told her that her original self’s first love would come back, or that she’d nearly run into her bargain husband from the army. He Xiaomai is still losing it.
After finally raising the children, He Xiaomai lived out her natural lifespan and thought this remarkable life was over. After all, she had already lived twice.
Who knew her real life was only just beginning!
It's really a no-brainer, but I actually used a water heater and spent the whole process together.
This was the 1960s, a sensitive era. The heroine was too high-profile, if the 1980s were still acceptable; she was also too dependent on the system.
The heroine, the Holy Virgin, is a tool-man, keeping her claws to protect herself from lightning.
Buy stamps and put them on the shelves
The plot is very warm and delicate
Five-star praise