On her deathbed, the 89-year-old Mrs. Yang reflected on her lonely life and hoped to have a home of her own in her next life. When I woke up again, I found that I was in the famine era that the old people said. There was a big family, with a husband, three sons and a daughter. With a golden finger, the family could safely survive the famine years, move towards a happy life, and make up for the regrets of the previous life...