The Little Lucky Star of the Sixties

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Novel blurb

The little princess of the interstellar empire was in a spaceship accident while passing through a space-jump point. With no way to save her, the AI took its master's consciousness along as it began a journey back through time.

Earth, the 1960s. After assessing the situation, the AI sent its master's remnant soul into the belly of a village Party secretary's wife. Well, in this era, old farmers are highly valued.

AI, are you sure? The village secretary's wife is already forty-five.

The AI nodded, its figure hazy and unreal. And so our little princess began a wonderful life, adored by her father, loved by her mother, pampered by her brothers and sisters-in-law, and protected even by her nephews.

Coming soon: The Beautiful Educated Youth I Became in the 1970s

A powerhouse with plant-based abilities in the apocalypse suddenly becomes an educated youth sent to the countryside. Looking at her fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged body in the mirror, she is delighted. The young lady thought farming was too hard, but this is just the job for me. My plant abilities are maxed out, so I'll become a farm owner.

I originally planned to put down roots in the countryside, but then the world turned upside down. My father, who had been keeping a low profile, regained power, my mother returned to university, and my two older brothers went into politics and business. Our family rose by countless rungs in an instant.

"Sweetheart, you've had such a hard time all these years. Come back right away. Mom has already arranged for you to study Chinese literature. You can start as soon as you return."

How could I? I promised to wait for that big fool who took the blame for me to come back. And if I'm going to university, it has to be an agricultural university. He'll plow the fields, I'll sow the seeds, and we'll return home together as husband and wife. We'll start a seed company. Wind-resistant, drought-resistant, lodging-resistant crops, with yields of over two thousand jin per mu.

Big yellow ox, what did you say? The bit is too tight and your tongue hurts? Wait there, I'll loosen it for you. Don't throw a bull's tantrum. Saihu, don't bully the mule. What, it stole your dog food yesterday, so you're getting revenge?

Oh my, that's not right. I'm plant-based, not animal-based. How can I understand what you're saying?

Theme: Life is wonderful when you're everyone's darling