Listening to the airport broadcast, Tang Tang pushed her suitcase and followed the crowd outside.
She had received a sudden business trip notice, and there were only three hours left before boarding. After subtracting the time needed to go home and travel to the airport, she only had half an hour to pack.
She threw in some toiletries, packed a few changes of clothes, closed the suitcase, and done!
Even the suitcase itself was just for appearances. All her real belongings were stored inside her secret space.
Speaking of it, the appearance of the space was rather mysterious.
Two years ago, while peeling fruit, she accidentally cut her index finger. She didn’t pay much attention to it. Somehow, her blood must have touched the ring on her finger, and that was when the space appeared.
And she happened to have the personality of a squirrel who loved hoarding things. After obtaining such a magical storage artifact, how could she not take advantage of it?
So during her free time, she became busy stockpiling supplies—clothes, food, housing necessities, transportation items, even seeds and saplings. If she could think of it, she would buy it.
Shopping malls, supermarkets, markets, factories, online stores—everywhere bore traces of her shopping frenzy. Buy, buy, buy. Hoard, hoard, hoard.
As a result, all the savings she had accumulated over several years of work were converted into various supplies. Watching the space gradually fill up gave her a stronger sense of security and hope for life.
Just as she was about to leave home, she suddenly thought of something and waved her hand, storing everything inside the apartment into her space.
She had lived in this rented apartment for several years. It could be considered her home in this city, but she never felt any sense of belonging or security here, so she might as well store everything away.
What she never expected was for the weather to change so drastically. Before departure, the forecast on her phone had shown sunny skies, but the moment she got off the plane, it started raining.
As the saying goes, an autumn rain brings autumn cold. It was already nighttime, and she was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt. In a public place like this, she couldn’t exactly pull out extra clothes from thin air.
While thinking about quickly getting to the hotel for a hot bath and some proper rest, she neglected to watch the road beneath her feet. Suddenly, a beam of headlights flashed toward her. She instinctively covered her eyes, and then she was sent flying by the impact…
When she opened her eyes again…
Huh?
Wait…
Who am I? Where am I?
Did I transmigrate?
She struggled to turn her head. This looked like… a mud house. The ceiling seemed smoke-stained, giving it a dark yellow color. The walls beside her had probably been covered with newspaper afterward, and they still looked fairly new, adding a bit of brightness to the room.
During those brief moments, unfamiliar memories surfaced in her mind. They should belong to the original owner of this body.
The original owner had been a quiet little girl, with a personality quite similar to Tang Tang’s—someone who didn’t fight or compete with others. Her mother had passed away early, and a year later, her father remarried. Her stepmother also brought along a child, a boy three years younger than her.
The stepmother originally wanted to establish authority after entering the household, but she quickly got slapped in the face. You could bully me if you wanted, but every time you mistreated me, I’d repay it double on your son. As long as you didn’t mind your own son suffering, then fine.
The stepmother once tried encouraging the father to use force, but he immediately rejected the idea.
“Don’t you know how monstrously strong she is? I’m her father, so she won’t hit me, but who do you think you are? Besides, there’s still the child. Can you protect him every second of the day?”
That’s right—the original owner had her own cheat ability. She possessed shockingly great strength. Things that required six or seven grown men to lift could be casually raised with one hand by her, as though they weighed nothing at all.
This won’t work, that won’t work—what, were they supposed to worship her like an ancestor?
Then, unexpectedly, an opportunity arrived: the educated youth movement to the countryside had begun.
According to the regulations, in a reconstructed family like theirs, both parents could keep one biological child at home. Since the original owner was an only daughter, she technically didn’t need to go to the countryside.
Unfortunately, the stepmother kept making trouble, and the original owner also wanted some peace and quiet, so she simply decided to go far away.
She voluntarily signed up and even specifically requested the most distant location possible. Her father still had a bit of conscience left and gave her plenty of money and ration tickets.
Unfortunately, before departure, the original owner fell ill. She remained dizzy and feverish during the trip, sleeping in the vehicle for four whole days. By the time she arrived, she had only just regained a little awareness. Then, on her very first day of work, her head felt heavy and her feet weak, and she collapsed onto a rock at the edge of the field.
That was how Tang Tang took over the body.
After sorting through everything in her mind, Tang Tang finally felt reassured.
So this was just the beginning.
That made things easier.
Everyone here had come from all over the country and didn’t know one another well yet, which meant she didn’t need to worry about exposing herself.
“Mhm, from now on, I’m Tang Tang. Let’s get to know each other.”