Shen Zhiwei, 26, an orphan and a researcher in the laboratory of a pharmaceutical company.
After staying up for three nights to finish her final round of experiments, she collapsed on the cold lab bench and never woke up.
When she opened her eyes again...
“Er Ya! You’re awake! You gave your mother such a fright!”
A frail woman clutched her and sobbed. Beside them, a stubbly man had tears in his eyes, while two little ones tugged at her clothes, trembling.
Shen Zhiwei: ???
She had transmigrated into a fictional ancient world as a fifteen-year-old farmer’s daughter.
The problem was that the original owner of this body was the village’s most notorious troublemaker.
Her family was so poor they could barely afford food, yet she insisted on white rice with meat. If her clothes had a patch, she could throw a tantrum all day. She stole her younger brother’s eggs, and her parents were driven half out of their minds by her antics.
The ridiculous thing was that no matter how much trouble she caused, her parents and siblings still spoiled her rotten.
In her previous life, Shen Zhiwei had been an orphan and had never known what it felt like to be cherished.
Looking at their drafty, broken-down home, the pile of patched-up bedding, the empty rice jar, and the undisguised concern in her family’s eyes...
Her nose stung. This time around, she would give them a better life.
Luckily, she had an advantage no one else could boast: the professional knowledge of a modern pharmaceutical science master’s graduate.
While the villagers avoided the mountain behind the village, she saw treasure everywhere. Honeysuckle, fleeceflower root, Solomon’s seal, pinellia... The mountainsides were covered in medicinal herbs, her first source of capital.
She gathered herbs, processed and sold them, developed herbal teas, cooked medicinal meals, and opened a pharmacy...
With a modern mind and her knowledge, she began leading her family out of poverty, step by step...
