Warning: The plot of this novel is purely fictional; please don’t take it seriously!
A brain is a good thing, but it doesn’t matter whether you have one or not when reading novels.
Fang Yuan had transmigrated. From an older single woman in modern times who had been hit by a car and sent to the hospital, she had transmigrated into a married woman.
The owner of this body was also named Fang Yuan. She was twenty years old and had recently married; her husband was a battalion commander in an island unit.
The current year was 1958, and she was on a train headed toward the island unit to join her husband.
Fortunately, she had a sleeper berth, and the journey was more than half over. Otherwise, she really wouldn’t have been able to withstand sitting for several days and nights.
The smell in this carriage was quite strong, making her feel uncomfortable. She had no choice but to shift her attention to checking the information sent by the original host and the system.
The owner of this body was a piece of cannon fodder.
Actually, calling her cannon fodder was an overstatement. To be precise, she was a “Tool Person” used to deliver a Golden Finger.
She had traveled to join her husband’s unit, but before she could even see the man, she had died while saving someone. At that time, she was even carrying unborn twins.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. How tragic!”
Fang Yuan sat up and rubbed her belly, which wasn’t showing yet.
“So I’ve become a pregnant woman as soon as I arrived?”
It was one thing for an unmarried youth to suddenly become a married woman, but to be pregnant too? It felt so awkward.
Thinking of her current body, Fang Yuan quickly pulled out the small Ruyi Ring from around her neck and asked the system in her mind.
“System, is this small jade buckle the Golden Finger?”
This was a token of love given to her by her husband. She hadn’t expected it to actually be the Golden Finger.
[Correct. Host, please bind it to yourself as soon as possible. After you die of old age, the system will reclaim it directly.]
With the voice echoing in her head, Fang Yuan confirmed the fact of her transmigration.
Seeing someone sleeping in the opposite berth, Fang Yuan cautiously lay back down.
She confirmed with the system in her mind: “To bind it, do I use a drop of blood?”
[Yes.]
Fang Yuan looked around and searched for a long time but couldn’t find a suitable tool to make a cut. Only then did she remember that she seemed to have sewing needles in her large bag.
She fumbled under the bed for a while, found a sewing needle, carefully pricked her finger, and squeezed out a few drops of blood onto the Peace Buckle.
After the blood was absorbed by the Peace Buckle, the Peace Buckle disappeared instantly, and an Island Space appeared in her mind.
When her consciousness explored inside, the first thing that met her eyes was a vast expanse of seawater.
Right in the center was an oval-shaped small island.
The island was about five hundred square kilometers. The outermost ring consisted of golden beaches, followed closely by several rings of coconut trees laden with coconuts.
Further inward was a ring of land divided into plots.
The area of the land wasn’t large—only about ten mu—and there was nothing on it yet.
In the very center was a small wooden house with two bedrooms and a living room, a small courtyard, and a well beside it.
Inside the wooden house, there were beds, tables, and cabinets. The kitchen was fully equipped with cooking utensils and even had water, electricity, and gas, which made things much more convenient for her.
“Dear System, is this the Golden Finger?”
Looking at the Island Space, where seawater took up more than half the area, Fang Yuan confirmed with the system in her mind.
This space looked quite large and beautiful, but she didn’t know if it had any other uses.
System: [This space can grow crops and harvest seafood. It also comes with a permanent companion ability for the host. It’s already quite good!]
“Permanent companion? Is it what I think it is? The kind that can follow me to the next world?” Fang Yuan asked uncertainly.
After all, the system said it would reclaim this space, so it would be gone in the next world.
System: [Correct!]
Fang Yuan nodded. “That’s not bad then. What is the permanent companion ability?”
[Underwater Breathing.]
“Underwater Breathing? You mean I can breathe underwater?”
[Correct.]
Fang Yuan’s eyes lit up. This was great!
In the future, she wouldn’t drown if she fell into the water, and no one else could dream of drowning her either.
Satisfied, Fang Yuan looked around the space.
She could grow vegetables, grain, and even fruit on the land around the wooden house.
Inside the wooden house, there was also a twenty-square-meter storage room where time stood still. She planned to get some shelves; in the future, she could cook extra food and store it here.
After confirming the Golden Finger, she put all the money and tickets she had into the master bedroom of the wooden house.
Only then did she exit the space to continue resting with her eyes closed.
She organized the memories transmitted by the system.
The system provided the memories of the original female lead of this Small World until her death of old age, which contained many things and future trends.
Being able to have foresight—this should be her greatest Golden Finger!
The system’s requirement was to reclaim the Golden Finger and let this body live out its natural lifespan.
Reclaiming the Golden Finger was already complete.
As for living out her natural lifespan, wasn’t that just living a good life? That was even simpler.
Clack-clack, clack-clack, clack-clack…
The sound of the train moving echoed in her ears, and Fang Yuan fell asleep again without realizing it.
In a daze, lunch time arrived.
Fang Yuan looked around the sleeper carriage. Most people were holding lunch boxes or ceramic mugs, getting hot water from the conductor to eat with their dry rations.
In the entire carriage, only a very few people were buying lunch on the train.
Fang Yuan went to check. Meat dishes were fifty cents a portion, and vegetable dishes were twenty cents a portion. No tickets were required.
As someone carrying a “huge sum” of over two hundred yuan, she could afford a meat dish costing a few cents.
Having traveled from modern times to this era, she naturally wouldn’t mistreat herself.
She found her lunch box, washed it in the restroom, and went to get a portion of braised pork, intending to head back to the carriage to eat.
However, before she could even close the lid of her lunch box, she was pulled by an old woman in her sixties with a somewhat sharp and mean appearance.
“Young lady, my grandson hasn’t eaten meat for days and really wants a bite. You look like such a kind girl; why don’t you give my grandson two pieces?”
Fang Yuan turned her head and saw the old woman leading a five- or six-year-old boy. The boy kept clamoring to eat meat.
But he looked quite chubby and was wearing a set of new clothes; he didn’t look like someone who couldn’t afford meat.
Snot hung from the corner of his mouth, and he would sniff it back in from time to time, which made Fang Yuan feel a bit disgusted. She quickly looked away.
“Auntie, I only have this one portion of meat. If your grandson wants to eat, go find the conductor and buy a portion!”
Fang Yuan brushed off the old woman’s hand, gave her a reply, and turned to leave.
Who wasn’t poor these days? Who didn’t want to eat meat? Her money didn’t fall from the sky.
Thinking of all the delicious food from her past life that she could no longer eat, this old woman still wanted to snatch her rations after she had finally managed to get some braised pork. She was really dreaming.
Fang Yuan recognized at a glance that the original host had encountered this old woman as well.
The original host came from a good background and was relatively naive. When this old woman asked for meat, she had actually given her the braised pork.
As it turned out, that one act of giving caused problems.
After that, every time it was a mealtime, the old woman would bring the child to wait outside the carriage for her.
The original host not only failed to eat well but also nearly suffered a miscarriage due to the stress. Not hitting the woman was already a sign of great generosity.