The Doomsday Big Shot Is Three and a Half, and She’s Emptying the House Before Fleeing Famine

Gu Zhaozhao, a powerful wood-element ability user from the apocalypse, opens her eyes to find herself a pitiful three-and-a-half-year-old girl in ancient times.

Her aunt, Ma, is holding her head down in a water vat, trying to drown her, and is planning to sell her two-year-old little brother to a child trafficker next.

Gu Zhaozhao lets out a cold laugh. Her wood-element power stirs, and a blade of grass pierces straight through Ma’s wrist.

Her Shennong Pocket Dimension opens, with a gurgling spirit spring and mountains of supplies.

Her uncle’s family embezzled the ten thousand taels her father left in their care, and now they want to lock the siblings away in the ancestral hall.

Gu Zhaozhao waves her little hand.

Overnight, every last grain of rice vanishes from the granary. Even the loose silver hidden beneath the pickled-vegetable jars is gone.

The Buddhist hall collapses with a crash, and the ten thousand taels in banknotes hidden in the wall disappear without a trace.

Her uncle and aunt tear into each other in the courtyard, accusing one another of stealing their private savings. The whole place descends into chaos.

A severe drought is coming. The wells run dry, and the whole village panics and flees.

Gu Zhaozhao leads her little brother, whose cheeks are plump from eating well, and strolls along the road out of the village, pushing a broken handcart.

A worn-out straw mat covers the cart. Beneath it is a heaping pile of white rice and cured meat.

Xiaobao bites into a sweet pastry, and Zhaozhao points into the distance.

“Little brother, we’re going to Liangzhou to settle the score with Dad.”