Traveling Through the 50S, My Aunt Led the Whole Village to Go Crazy.

Meng Jiaojiao, who was working hard at work, was drooling and brushing her little brother's abs when a post suddenly appeared in the system, "I'll give you ten yuan, how will you spend it?" 1: Beijing household registration (6 yuan) 2: A suite at the foot of the Imperial City (1 yuan) 3: Parents' health (2 yuan) 4: Devil figure (5 yuan) 5: Planting space (1 yuan) 6: Any part of the body grows one centimeter (4 yuan) Meng Jiaojiao had a hundred or not eighty boring posts like this. She wanted to close them, but the posts seemed like they were poisoned. She couldn't close them no matter how hard she tried. In desperation, Meng Jiaojiao randomly chose 1235, which together cost exactly ten yuan. Just when Meng Jiaojiao thought it was over and she could continue to brush her little brother's abdominal muscles, another five-star review appeared in the system. In order to brush her little brother's abdominal muscles as soon as possible, Meng Jiaojiao casually clicked on another five-star review, but her eyes darkened and she fainted. When Meng Jiaojiao opened her eyes, she immediately wanted to curse. The Beijing household registration I want is the 2026 household registration. Why the hell did you give me 1958? And what about the house at the foot of the Imperial City? Where is my growing space? Woo hoo, I'll just answer a few questions casually, and then you'll tell me the truth? Why did you make me travel through time without my consent? Where can I go to reason with this? Meng Jiaojiao looked at the crumbling roof, she wanted to cry but had no tears, and she had no love for life...