The apocalypse’s queen, Su Li, had just finished looting supplies worth hundreds of billions when she closed her eyes and found herself transmigrated to the 1970s, as a poor girl whose stepmother had sold her to a fool for bride price.
A hypocritical stepmother, a scheming stepsister, and a father who always took the wrong side and sucked her dry?
Su Li sneered and immediately opened her portable space! She drugged the whole family that night and cleared out the entire compound, from passbooks and ration coupons to furniture and underwear. She didn’t leave them a single screw! Then she turned around, filed a report to send the awful family off to the northwest to eat sand, and signed up to go to the countryside herself.
Everyone said Shuangshui Village was poor and inhospitable, and that the new, delicate educated youth would starve to death sooner or later.
But with unlimited supplies in her left hand and spiritual spring water for farming in her right, Su Li lived more comfortably than an immortal. Even He Ting, the fierce, rough-looking man next door, feared by everyone and said to bring death to his wives and leave no heirs, treasured her above all else.
A jealous green-tea schemer tried to stir up trouble. “Brother He, that newcomer has a bad family background and is lazy and greedy!”
He Ting’s gaze turned icy as he kicked the schemer away. “I’ll support whoever I damn well please! My wife’s hands are for counting money, not working!”
Then he turned to Su Li, his ears red and his voice hoarse. “Wife, dinner’s ready and the water’s hot... can we have a baby tonight?”
