My name is Chen Xiulan, I am eighty-seven this year.
When other people traveled through time, they either became younger or became a princess. The first thing I did when I traveled through time was that I was kicked out of the house by my daughter-in-law.
Torn cotton wool, wild vegetable porridge, and three sons waiting to "boil me to death" to divide the family property. Chen Xiulan, an old lady from Liushugou Village in the Dayan Dynasty, lived for eighty-seven years. At the end of her life, she was stuffed into a shabby house at the foot of a mountain and left to die.
But sorry, I changed the core.
Retired special teacher, neighborhood committee mediator for 40 years, practical experience of pulling together two generations - this thing in my head is a dimensionality reduction attack wherever I put it.
Don't know how to farm? I'll settle the score. Don't know how to fight? I will set the rules. The son is unfilial, the daughter-in-law is mean, and the whole village is so poor that they can't expose the blame?
Easy to handle. I'm leading you to establish mutual aid schools, a points system, and pension fields—what's wrong with being eighty-seven? Eighty-seven years of life experience is enough for you to learn for a lifetime.
The county magistrate wants me to be a consultant? The Queen Mother wants to summon me to Beijing to revise the law?
OK, but you have to queue up. In my yard, there are dozens of children waiting to learn how to read, and seven or eight lonely elderly people waiting to share porridge.
Others travel through time to defy nature and change their fate. I traveled across time to tell everyone——
The old lady's life is also her life. And it's much harder than you think.
