The 1960s: Stockpiling Food Like Crazy from the Start of a Blizzard

Lin Jianshe, a man born in the 1980s, wakes up in the body of the eldest son of a rural family in the 1960s. After a blizzard dumps half a meter of snow, he grabs a shovel, not to clear the snow, but to dig out the hidden cellar door. While the whole village worries about where their next meal will come from, the smell of braised pork wafts from the Lin family courtyard. The young man who was called a big, dumb ox for eighteen years grins at a storehouse packed with supplies.