Mother and Daughter Transmigrate Together + Famine Years + Breaking New Ground and Farming + Food Business + Marketplace System + Family Ensemble + Childhood Sweethearts
“This time, you have to succeed at clearing the land!”
“Congratulations, Host! You’ve received a bag of flour. You’re only 0.01 wen away from bargaining successfully!”
When Shen Manman opened her eyes, she had just been pulled out of the river.
The family had run out of food. Her father was dead, her mother missing, creditors were blocking the door, and the villagers gathered to watch were discussing selling her to a wealthy household in exchange for grain.
In the original novel, after she died, her mother died too. One brother wandered away, the other disappeared without a trace. The whole family met a miserable end, every last one of them.
Just as Shen Manman was about to cry, a half-dead woman was carried back from outside the village.
Mother and daughter stared at each other.
Shen Manman tested her: “If the odd changes, the even stays the same?”
Su Qiaoniang replied, “The symbol depends on the quadrant.”
Well, her mom had come along too.
One was a good-for-nothing foodie with a modern snack obsession, who never forgot a flavor once she’d tasted it.
The other was the owner of a food factory who had spent half her life in food research and development.
And then there was Pinxixi, a golden finger that could connect the past and present.
A bag of modern white flour was so cheap it might as well have been free. Meanwhile, rustic steamed buns made with coarse grains and wild vegetables, scorned by everyone in ancient times, could be sold in a modern marketplace as handmade goods made with an ancient method, high in whole grains and fiber, for more than ten times the price.
And so...
While others sold their land during the famine, her family secretly cleared new fields.
While others turned their noses up at unsold soybeans, they made tofu skin, dried tofu, spicy strips, and soybean paste.
Can't sell sweet potatoes? Make glass noodles, sweet potato sheets, and chips.
No customers? Start a group-buying deal.
But gradually, she noticed something: why was the same three-ear-of-grain pattern carved into that unremarkable old clay pot as the one on her mother's modern food factory?
If she couldn't figure it out, she might as well stop thinking about it! First, a small goal: knock off that damn 0.01 wen.
This book is so beautiful