I Transmigrated to My Parents’ 1970S, and I’m Helping the Whole Family Thrive

When Shen Zihan opened her eyes, her whole world came crashing down! How had she ended up in her parents’ seventies? She had to work in the fields for production points, cook over an earthen stove, drink untreated water, share a room with rats and bugs, and use a ramshackle pit latrine... Shen Zihan broke down crying and clung to her mother’s leg, refusing to let go. “Sister Yue, I can’t cook.” “Sister Yue, I don’t know how to do laundry.” “Sister Yue, I can’t work anymore.” Su Wanyue couldn’t understand how anyone could be useless enough to know how to do absolutely nothing. “No! Stay away from me! Go home and find your own mother!” Shen Zihan muttered aggrievedly, “But you are my real mother.” Su Wanyue: “What?” Shen Zihan grinned and pulled out a bag of boiled eggs. “I won’t make you work for nothing.” Su Wanyue: “For the eggs, I suppose I can make an exception.” The two of them got along famously, and life steadily improved. Then Shen Zihan suddenly felt as if something was missing. Her real father, Shen Qingshan, slowly raised his hand. “How about making some time to pay attention to me?”