1970s Sign-In: I Use the System to Tear Apart This Mess

A high fever, bone-deep cold, and a throat raw as if scraped with sandpaper.

Shen Zhixia's eyes flew open. Before her was a cloudy, yellowed earthen ceiling. The stench of mold and soil, with a faint hint of something sour, made her dizzy and nauseous.

This wasn't her rental apartment.

She'd just finished an all-nighter, landed the project, and closed her eyes for barely a second.

[Beep! Host's vital signs have recovered. Peak Sign-In System binding in progress!]

[Binding successful! Congratulations, Host, you've transmigrated to the Qing Shan Production Brigade in Huaguo, 1975!]

[Original owner's memories transferred!]

An immense flood of memories surged into her mind, accompanied by sharp, pent-up emotions that nearly overwhelmed her.

This was the 1970s, a time of scarce supplies and relationships as thin as paper.

The original Shen Zhixia was eighteen. Her parents had gone to the countryside to support development and died in an accident six months ago, leaving her an orphan.

Theme: Transmigrating to a period setting