Farming + traveling between two worlds + cute babies + natural disaster survival + warm management (daily, no cp)
Six-year-old Xiao Lu was holding the silver bell left by her mother. When she opened her eyes again, she was squatting in a supermarket in another world, with half a salt-baked chicken leg rolled to her feet. Salty. A taste I haven't tasted in a month.
With just this bell, she can travel between the two worlds. Heavy rains blocked the village, cut off roads and cut off food. Grandpa's fever persisted, and the whole village of twenty-one old and weak people lay in the house waiting to die - the whole village had raised her with food and food, but now it was her who could raise her without leaving the ground.
She is not a genius. I can count my money wrongly, I can be afraid of the dark, I can't help but cry secretly when I miss my mother. But this six-year-old girl saved her grandpa by picking up cooked food that no one wanted, helped her aunt at the soymilk shop exchange rice, flour, oil and salt, and pulled the whole village back from a dead end.
The bells vibrate slightly, and there is smoke in the world.
