In a Famine, Chew Tree Bark? Bah! Doesn't Meat Taste Better?

Liu Shuo transmigrated into a famine year and became a hopeless drunk in an impoverished household.

His family had no money, the pot was empty, his wife was frail, and his daughter was starving.

How was he supposed to get through a life this hard?

[Ding! The Myriad Worlds Secondhand Bargain System is now bound!]

[Ding! Detected one secondhand little stool, worth 1 Fish Coin.]

[Ding! Detected one handmade secondhand Luban puzzle lock, worth 50 Fish Coins.]

[Ding! Detected one secondhand celadon brush washer with a shallow belly and plum blossom rim, worth 500 Fish Coins.]

[Ding! Detected one 800-year-old lightning-struck tree, eligible for listing in the internal auction house.]

Rice for 1 Fish Coin per pound?

Buy!

Pork for 5 Fish Coins per pound?

Buy, buy!

Wait!

What the heck is a female saint from an immortal sect doing with a chest wrap?

The world was in chaos, the realm was in turmoil, and the dynasty had fallen.

What did I care?

Liu Shuo had only one goal in this life:

Raise his wife, look after his child, and chat and joke around with the fish lords of the myriad worlds.