While Others Flee the Famine, I Stockpile Supplies; Apocalypse Junk Goes Viral in Ancient Times

The moment Shen Zhixia opened her eyes, she had become a farm girl in a famine, forced into a wedding to bring good fortune to a dying man. Her groom was a sickly invalid on the verge of death, and his family was waiting for her to be buried with him at dawn.

But in the woodshed, she discovered a broken wooden barrel. Every night at midnight, it reliably refreshed with garbage from a future apocalypse.

Compressed biscuits, antibiotics, solar panels, drip-irrigation tubing... While others were eating clay to survive, she had industrial food from the apocalypse for her daily meals. What everyone else saw as scrap metal became her means of making a fortune.

And that was not all: a farming System bound itself to her as well. Her spirit fields yielded a harvest every ten days, and a sweep of her detector revealed every underground water vein three feet below the surface. She dug a sweet-water well, and the whole village fell to its knees. She grew a season's worth of sweet potatoes, and the grain merchants' hoarding became a joke.

As for her fake-sick husband? By day, he coughed blood so convincingly it could move anyone to tears. By night, he would produce a token and scare off the county deputy.

Shen Zhixia narrowed her eyes. "Xie Linyuan, what else are you hiding from me?"

He chuckled. "Wife, aren't you hiding something from me too? What good thing did the barrel refresh today?"

A famine? A chaotic age? Deadly schemes at court? Sorry, she was going to cultivate her realm one hoe at a time.