Transmigrated Into a Period Novel as a Lazy Wife [The 1970S]

[The story is complete. Thank you, everyone, for staying with me all the way~] [Coming soon: Please visit my author page and save my upcoming novel, After Transmigrating into a Lazy Little Auntie in the 1970s~] [One-line pitch: Transmigrating into a lazy wife in a novel set in the 1970s, she strives to be lazy without feeling guilty about it!] The villagers couldn't help sighing whenever they talked about the Lin family's third son's wife. What kind of bad luck had befallen the Lin family? Everyone else in the household was so hardworking. The eldest son's wife was great at farm work, and the second son's wife was great at cooking. But the third son's wife was famous for being lazy. She wouldn't work in the fields or do chores at home. They even heard that she refused to cook when asked during the autumn harvest. The village mothers watched the spectacle and reminded their sons to marry hardworking women someday. The Lin family, though, didn't care in the slightest. The third son's wife might be a little lazy, but she had a knack for making money. She could earn money just by writing an article, and whenever she went to town, she'd bring back meat and grain. What other wife could do that? After eating their fill, it was only right for the rest of the family to do a little extra work. Whatever commotion there was outside, in the Lin family's home, Zhou Yunmeng, the third son's wife, was busy taking stock of the goods in her portable supermarket. She was thinking about when to go to town again, find an excuse to bring home some meat and grain, and treat herself to a good meal. Oh, right, she also needed to hurry up and write a few articles to make money! P.S. 1. She transmigrates into a book, with some liberties taken. For example, writers didn't receive royalties in the 1970s, but they do in the world of this book. 2. This is a slice-of-life story, mostly about food and daily comforts. --- Coming soon: After Transmigrating into a Lazy Little Auntie in the 1970s. Please add it to your collection! --- Blurb: The villagers all said, "Who ever heard of the He family spoiling their daughter this much? She's grown up, but they won't let her work or do chores. She probably doesn't even know how to fry rice or cook. How will she ever find a husband?" They even warned their sons, who were just beginning to fall in love: "Don't be fooled by the He family's pretty daughter. She's all looks and no use. You can marry anyone, but don't marry her!" After hitting her head, He Susu's memories awakened. It turned out she was a celestial maiden sent down to the mortal world to undergo a trial. Somehow, something had gone wrong, and she'd been reborn into a novel about a strong woman in the 1970s. The heroine was going to be her future third sister-in-law, while she herself was the lazy little auntie readers of the novel were always complaining about. Now that she knew she was a celestial maiden, He Susu became even lazier, despite having lost all her magic. How could the world have things like washing dishes, laundry, and changing the sheets? Before, she could have handled it all with a single Dust-Cleansing Spell. How could the world have things like washing vegetables and cooking? Before, celestial maidens didn't need to eat. They could just drink fairy dew. Ahem, though the occasional meat dish and the vegetable dishes they cooked every day really were delicious. He's parents and three brothers: "What can we do? We'll just keep spoiling her!" * After He Susu's memories awakened, she gained the complete plot of the novel she'd transmigrated into, along with a shopping System bestowed on her by the Heavenly Dao as compensation. The System's shop stocked things that were rare at the time: an egg, a pound of pork, a chicken, a tin of malted milk, a Plum Blossom Brand wristwatch... The items in the shop would keep updating as the times changed. To buy them, she'd need Labor Points. How could she earn Labor Points? Wash vegetables, cut meat, cook, wash dishes, do laundry, change the sheets, clean the house, work in the fields... Thinking of all the tempting meat dishes and sweet malted milk, He Susu hesitated. Then she thought of how her family gave her all the best things while they themselves rarely got to eat anything rich. He Susu clenched her little fists. "I can do this!" She washed a bowl, and it shattered with a crack. She stir-fried some vegetables, but the fire flared up and burned them. She washed a piece of clothing, pulled too hard, and tore a hole in it. He's parents: "Sweetheart, leave it alone. We'll do it!" He's three brothers: "Little sister, you'd better not work. You might hurt yourself!" He Susu looked at the ever-increasing Labor Points in the System shop and smiled brightly. "Mom, Dad, I can do a little more work!" Before they knew it, life in the He family was getting better and better. * The village women watched their own sons get married, then saw the He family's three sons marry one after another, while their daughter still had no prospects. They all said behind her back, "Just you wait. A girl this lazy will never find a husband!" But later, the He family's daughter went with her third brother and sister-in-law to the army base and came back with a fiancé. The battle-hardened soldier stood tall and handsome, his strong features softening tenderly when he looked at the He family's daughter. They heard he was a comrade of the He family's third son, and quite the impressive one! Looking at their own sons, the village women felt so envious they could hardly stand it. A little plug for Bamboo's author page: there are lots of completed stories there. If you're interested, take a look: I Became a Hit Online by Selling Boxed Meals: Getting to eat boxed meals every day is just the best! My Sweet Wife in the 1960s: With a System at my side, I have all kinds of tricks for getting rich. Working at the 1970s Supply and Marketing Cooperative: With supplies in my spatial storage, I can trade for all sorts of goods. I Got Rich After Getting a Life System: I got rich just by doing a few little jobs. Theme: Everyone's work has its own value.