Transmigrated into 1961 Beiping as Li Ping'an, one of the starving masses, I slump by the roadside in the wilderness for seven days, so hungry I'm dizzy. The System blares that I've gone the wrong way, while ten jin of grain coupons dangle before my eyes. I haul myself up and stagger in the opposite direction. Number 95, Nanluoguxiang: I have to cross that courtyard's threshold today.
