The moment Li Luoning opens her eyes, she finds herself transmigrated into ancient times as a bride brought in to bring good fortune during a famine. Her family is so poor even the mice would weep.
Her mother-in-law is long dead, her father-in-law has run away, and all that’s left is a sickly young husband, Ye Jifeng, who could stop breathing at any moment.
Her vicious aunt-in-law stands with her hands on her hips, ready to sell her to an old bachelor for two dou of coarse rice. “That girl’s going to die anyway. Keeping her is just wasting food!”
Li Luoning grabs a kitchen cleaver and drives her out. “He’s my man. Even if he really is going to die, he’ll die by my hand!”
As soon as the words leave her mouth, a notification rings in her mind: [Ding! The Infinite Warehouse + Supply Refinement System has been bound!]
Li Luoning smiles. Excellent. She’s now the richest woman of her age.
There are three months left before the “once-in-a-century deep freeze and blizzard” recorded in the history books.
While everyone else is fleeing famine, Li Luoning is busy clearing out every grain shop, salt shop, and blacksmith in town.
Moldy grain? Refine it! In an instant, it becomes sparkling premium rice.
Shoddy scrap iron? Refine it! In an instant, it becomes tempered steel that can slice through iron like mud.
Her aunt-in-law laughs that she’s gone mad, spending the family’s entire fortune on a pile of junk.
The villagers laugh at her for being stupid, pouring all her lifesaving money into useless old cotton.
Until one day, snow falls for three whole months. A thousand miles of land freeze over, and snow blankets the world.
Outside, people eat their own children to survive, and corpses litter the land.
But in Li Luoning’s home, there’s a heated room made with glass and a heated brick bed, white rice, and braised pork, sending its delicious aroma ten miles away.
Ye Jifeng, the “sickly” man everyone had said wouldn’t live through winter, suddenly opens his eyes.
