The Lucky Carp Farm Girl Leads the Whole Village to Flee Famine, Strike It Rich, and Build a Nation

Bright and sensible heroine + crafty, corrupt official + devoted, exclusive love + apocalyptic-era female soldier + lucky charm + overwhelming combat power

Before dying alongside the zombies, Lin Shuang made a wish: in her next life, she wanted to be born in an ancient era where there wasn’t enough food to eat.

The God of Fate happened to pass by, heard her prayer, and generously agreed:

As you wish!

She closed her eyes, opened them, and sure enough, she was in ancient times!

Lin Shuang: God of Fate, please hear my new wish! I want to be born in a peaceful age of plenty! God of Fate? Moshi moshi, are you still there?

Bonus Scene 1

Lin Shuang: There may be a custom in ancient times where someone repays a life-saving favor by marrying their rescuer, but you call letting someone down from a tree “saving” them?

Han Yue points to a crooked tree on the cliff, where several vultures are perched, then points to the toe of Lin Shuang’s shoe. A hole has been pecked through it.

“These birds have always fed on carrion. It’s a famine now, and people eating people is nothing new. With no food, they’ve started eating the living, too. Would you call that saving you or not?”

If not, I’ll put you right back up there! Han Yue thinks.

Lin Shuang pokes at the hole. Three fingers can fit right through it. Shocked and thrilled, she says,

“People die for money, and birds die for food. You saved me from a bird’s beak, so of course that counts.”

Bonus Scene 2

“Mr. Yun Sheng: Ziqian is brave and resourceful, accomplished in both letters and arms, loyal and righteous. He’s worthy of becoming emperor!”

Lin Shuang snaps, “Don’t talk nonsense! Han Yue rebelled and betrayed his country, so he’s disloyal. He’s nearly twenty and has no children, so he’s unfilial. He tortures suspects before questioning them, so he’s unkind. He refuses to support his relatives, so he’s unrighteous. He’s barely fit to be an official!”

Han Yue is overjoyed. “Wifey, you’re willing to have children? Come on, let’s go home!”