After dying from overwork, Shen Jinyao opens her eyes on a refugee road.
Her uncle and aunt plan to sell her to an old widower in exchange for food, while the whole village waits to see her make a fool of herself.
Other people get golden fingers like spirit springs and fertile fields. Hers is a junk recycling station: plastic bottles, lighters, instant noodle seasoning packets, all trash nobody wanted in her previous life.
But in this ancient world, where even an iron pot is a luxury, this junk is rarer than gold.
She cooks a packet of seasoning into soup. Its aroma carries for miles, earning her her first fortune.
She uses a lighter to start a fire, and people mistake it for divine fire from heaven.
She casually saves a blood-soaked man, only to draw a squad of pursuers.
The first thing the man says when he wakes is, “Whose side are you on?”
She smiles. “Nobody’s. I belong to myself.”
From surviving in the wilderness to becoming the richest woman in a border city, from being despised by everyone to having crowds follow her
She uses a pile of trash to carve out a splendid path in the ancient world.
