(Farming + Ancient Times + Time Travel + Almighty) On the day of time travel, I was hit in the face by the betrothal gift that broke off the engagement.
My whole family survives on a few acres of thin farmland, but the system forces me to grow elixirs.
Until the cold-faced poor hunter next door climbed over the wall late at night to guard my grave all night.
Later, the whole village cursed me as unworthy of him.
Until he picked up the troublemaking gangster with one hand and thrust the land deed into my hand:
"Madam, what you plant tonight is up to you."
