Before Yi Xiaoxiao fainted from exhaustion, her family was on the verge of bankruptcy and had to sell their ancestral home to pay off their debts.
She had grown up in a poor rural family. At seven, she learned to cook for the whole family, and after school she would help them with farmwork. Back then, life was hard, but the family was warm and close.
At last, in recent years, their crops had brought in a good harvest and they had managed to save some money. Life was slowly getting better. Yi Xiaoxiao had graduated from college and found a good job, and she wanted to bring her parents to live with her in the city. Then, this summer, a sudden flood submerged their fields. They couldn't fulfill a large order from a wholesale buyer, and overnight the family was buried in debt.
Just before she lost consciousness, Yi Xiaoxiao seemed to hear a voice telling her that if she wanted to turn her family's fortunes around, she could awaken the Wealth-Building System and find a way to survive against all odds.
Yi Xiaoxiao agreed without a second thought. When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated into a farming novel she'd read recently, becoming the daughter who was about to be sold for money!
The System said it could only provide basic farming knowledge. If she wanted to get rich, she would have to rely on her own hands.
But getting rich in this world was really hard!
Yi Xiaoxiao said as she made braised meat and pickled vegetables, brandishing her kitchen knife.
Nan Qing had no parents. He was a wild child who had grown up on his own, a hunter with nothing to his name.
Luckily, he had learned martial arts and was skilled at archery and hunting, which allowed him to survive in these chaotic times.
He had been content to drift through life without any goals, until he rescued a family of refugees from bandits on the road and escorted them south. He ended up building a house in a village in the south and becoming neighbors with the Yi family.
He had thought he was rescuing a delicate young lady, but he never expected her to shout slogans in his ear every day:
"Work hard! Strive! We have to make money! We have to get rich! Making money is glorious!"
Years later, Nan Qing returned from the army with enough betrothal gifts to fill an entire street.
He pressed the young lady against the wall and lifted her chin.
"So, how about joining forces to get rich?"
Shen Zhiyi had a childhood sweetheart who lived right next door, with only a wall between their houses.
When they were children, the girl would climb onto the wall and toss pastries onto his head.
Little by little, he learned to climb the wall too, and to talk with the girl about books and classical learning.
He thought they could go on like that forever, but then war broke out. The northern aristocratic families were slaughtered by invading barbarian forces, and the girl's family fled south to escape. He heard that she had been killed on the journey south, and Shen Zhiyi fell gravely ill.
Later, as war broke out again and again, the Shen family too had to abandon the north, where their ancestors had lived for generations, and move south.
At the market, Shen Zhiyi saw a woman carrying a child on her back and selling braised meat. He was stunned!
Little sister, is that you?
The title could also be My Former Neighbor, My Current Neighbor, and Me.
Theme: May we make our fortunes with our own hands, and may our loved ones live in peace and joy.
Why do I feel that the oil and salt don't taste good? Why did I add them again?