Lin Yi transmigrated into a famine-escape novel and became a disposable character who was abandoned in the wilderness to die from the start.
The original owner had starved to death after eating clay. As Lin Yi stared at the little bowl of grayish-white powder, a chime rang in her mind: she had been bound to a large warehouse supermarket.
While others fleeing famine gnawed on tree bark, she cooked instant noodles with braised eggs.
While others waited to die from infected wounds, she had the whole works: iodine, gauze, and antibiotics.
While others were so hungry they fought over tree roots, her space was piled high with rice and flour.
She casually saved a badly wounded man, who signed a three-year contract of servitude and became her hired hand as soon as he woke.
He was taciturn and good at fighting, and when he had a fever, he muttered, “The north gate must not be opened.”
Lin Yi thought, Whoever you are, start by chopping wood and hauling water for me.
Later, she turned the mountain stronghold into a peach orchard and gathered refugees into an army. The taciturn hired hand cornered her against a wall. “Lin Yi, three years aren’t enough. I want a lifetime.”
She looked up, about to answer, when dust billowed in the distance. The original heroine was coming to kill her.
