The story next door, The Passerby A, is a revised version of this one. If you'd like to keep reading, please head over there.
Zhang Xiachu transmigrated into a book, going from a pampered young lady to a village girl in the 1970s.
Life in the 1970s was hard. They ate coarse steamed buns every day, gritty and tough, difficult to swallow.
The 1970s were poor, too. You needed meat coupons to buy meat, oil coupons to buy oil, and even cloth coupons to buy clothes.
Luckily, when she transmigrated into the book, she brought along a do-gooder System. As long as she did the good deeds the System required, she would earn points.
Points could be exchanged for food, clothes, and money.
Zhang Xiachu immediately felt that becoming the first ten-thousand-yuan household in the 1970s was no longer just a dream.
But the System's tasks weren't easy either: helping an old granny cut pigweed, helping an old grandpa chop firewood.
Zhang Xiachu, who could hurt her hand just pulling a weed, soon understood her situation. She had to quietly raise herself a hired hand in the 1970s!
That pitiful boy living in a thatched hut on the back hill, filling his belly with water every day? You're the one. You seem just right. As long as you stick with big sister from now on, I'll make sure you eat and drink well.
Xie Hongze was the pitiful boy Zhang Xiachu meant. His mother died when he was young, and his father quickly married another woman.
Xie Hongze spent his childhood being bullied by his stepmother and older brother. He grew cold, obsessive, and selfish.
As he hesitated over whether to set fire to his family's thatched hut and end it all,
he heard Zhang Xiachu shout from outside, "Xie Hongze, I cut my hand! Come out and help me cut pigweed."
Xie Hongze: What kind of situation am I in? Is this really the time to cut pigweed?!
Never mind. I'd better help Zhang Xiachu cut pigweed first, or she'll start crying again.
Theme: Strive and work hard
