The Whole Family Transmigrates to Ancient Times

After graduating from college, Zhao Jingwen became a textbook office drone.

Her fraternal twin brother, Zhao Jing'an, got into graduate school in medicine and spent all day in the lab.

This year, with the Lunar New Year coinciding with Grandpa's 70th birthday, their mother gave them an ultimatum: they had to come home for the holiday, no excuses.

So on New Year's Eve, the Zhao family and Zhao Jing'an's roommate piled into a car and drove to the Zhao family's old home in the countryside. There were five of them.

This year, it wasn't just Zhao Jingwen's family coming home for the holiday. Her second uncle's family, her third uncle's family, her eldest aunt's family, her youngest aunt's family, Grandpa's old army buddy and his grandchild, who'd come from another province, and Grandma Zhao's younger sister and her family all showed up too. The house was packed.

The Zhao family had plenty of rooms, and Grandpa said they were all family, so there was no need to find somewhere else to stay. It was only two nights, after all. They could make do.

Everyone thought the same. They didn't know when they'd meet again, and it wasn't easy to make the trip. That night, the Spring Festival Gala played in the background as everyone played mahjong and ate dumplings. The children chased each other around, leaving candy wrappers and sunflower seed shells all over the floor...

Early on New Year's Day, the men and women, none of whom had slept well, got up to set off firecrackers and make breakfast.

They were wondering why the village was so quiet that morning. But when they opened the door and saw what was outside, they were all stunned.

Where were the neighbors? Where was the paved road? As far as the eye could see, there was nothing beyond the courtyard but greenery...

The grandson of one of Grandpa's old army buddies, who had served as a scout, went to investigate. He came back with news that was hard for everyone to accept: they must have transmigrated. There was a small village not far away, but not a single person was there. It looked like everyone had fled to escape famine. He'd figured that out from the notices posted on several doors.

Confused and panicked, everyone looked toward Old Master Zhao at the head of the table. His face was as cold as frost. After a long silence, he spoke for the first time.

"Wife, take the daughters-in-law and see how much grain we have in the storeroom."