Xu Wenyan has been around in the apocalypse for many years. Relying on his proficient Chinese medicine skills, full of wisdom and a useless water power, he lived a miserable life of licking blood from the tip of a knife and eating one meal after another. He managed to survive until he was forty years old and was killed by a wave of deformed zombies. During the siege, even though she jumped over the wall and awakened her wood power, she was still outnumbered and died. Before she died, she cursed God 10,086 times and said that if it were a different era, she would definitely be able to change her destiny!
God: Ouch, not bad! This is what you said.
So, she was randomly dropped into this absurd yet beautiful era.
The absurd thing is that there are corpses everywhere here, and the ground is full of hungry people. The men are roasting, the women are steaming, and the big and small are cooked together. The beautiful thing is that she is still alive.
Unfortunately, she is a commoner and a Han Chinese. Her 18-year-old husband has disappeared and she has three children, and the world begins to collapse.
Fortunately, she is Xu Wenyan, a woman who can eat carrion and survive in the apocalypse, and she also has superpowers in her previous life.
Looking at the three little bean sprouts that were so hungry that they were emaciated, Xu Wenyan slapped his neighbor with his backhand to stun them for trying to exchange their seeds for food, prompting them to start a vegetable planting farm with tomatoes and potatoes.
Is it difficult to grow precious medicinal materials?
Xu Wenyan smiled crookedly and looked at the vast tracts of medicinal materials in front of him without saying a word.
Is it difficult to grow food due to natural disasters in troubled times?
Xu Wenyan said that there is not even any alienation on the surface here. It is so much better than the last days!
Can the common people survive if the royal family is stupid?
Xu Wenyan directly established the Taoyuan Refuge and led a group of people to live and work in peace and contentment.
God: If you play like this, I have nothing to say. . .
Intention: None
