Who is farting and polluting the air? Who is lying, saying that after time travel, there will be all kinds of beautiful men, and even going out and pouring night fragrance can trigger an unparalleled romance? ! Fake, all fake! I think of me as an innocent little widow in the 21st century (I had no choice but to fate, my husband died of a heart attack on the night of the wedding), a woman director with a bright and upright personality in Houluo Village! Only twenty-eight years ago, I just met a wealthy businessman who came to invest in the village. Why! Why does God want me to catch up with this time-travel trend! I don't want to time travel! Is it really in line with the old saying: God's will is affectionate and God is old, and a widow who has an affair will die early? Oh my God, do you have eyes? Why not let those female men who want to time travel wear it? Just let me travel through time, and I won't say anything else, but why do you want me to dress in something unclear? I'm just doing ideological work at Murao Aoyama Rouba's house. Why do you want me to faint from one of his farts, and then stop eating and travel again! Don't you know the custom in our village is to write the cause of death on the epitaph of the person who dies? For example, if my grandfather died of illness, there would be a line underneath his tombstone: Died of illness. But what will my epitaph be like? Did he die from a sneak attack by unknown gas? It was still written elegantly. If it were written more straightforwardly, I think they would write like this: Die because of farts, life is glorious, death is miserable! I'm so frustrated. Finally, I want to complain loudly: God, I am really not your granddaughter!