Transmigrate to the 1950s: The Youngest Great-Aunt Leads the Whole Village on a Rampage

During work, Meng Jiaojiao was slacking off as usual, drooling while scrolling through pictures of handsome guys' abs, when the System suddenly showed her a post titled "You get ten yuan. How would you spend it?"

1: Beijing household registration (6 yuan)

2: A house at the foot of the Imperial City (1 yuan)

3: Healthy parents (2 yuan)

4: A killer figure (5 yuan)

5: A space for growing crops (1 yuan)

6: Make any part of your body grow one centimeter longer (4 yuan)

Meng Jiaojiao had seen at least a hundred boring posts like this. She casually tried to close it, but the post was like a virus and wouldn't go away no matter what she did. With no other choice, she picked options 1, 2, 3, and 5, which came to exactly ten yuan.

Just as Meng Jiaojiao thought she was done and could get back to scrolling through handsome guys' abs, the System popped up with a five-star review prompt. Hoping to get back to those abs as soon as possible, Meng Jiaojiao casually tapped five stars. Then everything went black, and she fainted.

When Meng Jiaojiao opened her eyes again, she wanted to curse. I wanted a Beijing household registration for 2026, so why the hell did you dump me in 1958? And where's my house at the foot of the Imperial City? Where's my growing space?

Wah, I just answered a few questions without thinking, and you actually made them come true? And you transmigrated me without even asking for my consent? Where the hell am I supposed to go to complain?

Meng Jiaojiao stared at the crumbling ceiling, on the verge of tears and utterly hopeless...