Xia Wanyue felt as if her throat were about to burst into flames.
Her stomach growled loudly with hunger, yet there wasn’t even a sip of water in the room.
Supporting herself, she got out of bed and walked outside, heading straight for the kitchen.
She lifted the lid of the water vat first.
There wasn’t a single drop of water inside—only a thin layer of silt at the bottom.
She put the lid back down, then walked over to the stove and lifted the pot lid. It was just as empty.
Annoyed, Xia Wanyue tossed the lid aside.
“Why is there nothing at all? Those bastards…”
No food, no water—were they trying to starve and dehydrate her to death?
Don’t tell me I just transmigrated and I’m already going to die of hunger and thirst?!
At that thought, Xia Wanyue suddenly remembered her estate.
Oh my god! Why did you dump me in a place like this?!My estate! My villa! My basement full of supplies!
She wailed inwardly when suddenly her vision blurred.
In the blink of an eye, she found herself standing in an open space.
The pitch-black night had turned into broad daylight.
“This…”
Xia Wanyue steadied herself and looked around.
T-This… isn’t this my villa?!
She spun around quickly on the spot.
The surrounding scenery came fully into view.
“That’s right—this is my estate!”
“My estate came with me too…”
Xia Wanyue pushed open the villa door and rushed straight to the kitchen.
She didn’t like eating leftovers, so the kitchen was spotless.
Thankfully, there were still some neatly packed frozen dumplings in the refrigerator.
When she opened the fridge, she discovered that the indicator light was still on.
She took out the dumplings, turned on the gas stove, and a small flame leapt up.
She grabbed a small pot, filled it with water, and set it on the burner.
Looks like the water, electricity, and gas in the villa were all still working.
Perfect—she could cook whatever she wanted inside this space in the future.
While waiting for the water to boil, Xia Wanyue poured herself a huge glass of water and drank it in big gulps. As the water slid down her throat, the gnawing hunger in her stomach finally eased a little.
The water in the kitchen soon came to a boil, and she tossed in the dumplings.
After cooking for a while, they were finally done.
She fished them out, added seasoning, and hurriedly carried the bowl to the table.
One full bowl of dumplings—soup and all—was completely wiped out by Xia Wanyue.
Only after eating her fill did she finally have the leisure to properly examine the space.
Everything inside the villa looked exactly the same as before—nothing unusual.
She focused especially on the supplies in the basement.
Since she lived alone, her entire estate covered about 600 square meters.
The villa itself occupied 200 square meters, and the basement beneath it was also 200 square meters.
Inside the basement were neatly arranged shelves, all packed full of supplies.
The reason she had built this basement—and stocked it to the brim—was because of that mask incident years ago.
Xia Wanyue was afraid of encountering another sudden crisis, so she developed the habit of hoarding supplies.
On top of that, her home was quite far from the city.
Every grocery run required a two-hour drive.
She found it too troublesome to drive for two hours just to buy a small amount of supplies.
So she simply bought more at once. Over time, the entire basement turned into a miniature supermarket, filled with all kinds of daily necessities.
And like all children of the Chinese nation, Xia Wanyue had farming in her blood.
Aside from some flowers planted in the front for decoration, the back of the villa was entirely devoted to crops and vegetable plots. She didn’t grow large quantities, but there was a bit of everything.
Behind the villa was also a small factory shed where she raised livestock.
Chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle, and sheep—she kept a few of each.
Since she couldn’t possibly eat all the grain by herself, she decided to raise animals instead.
Oh, right—she almost forgot.
Xia Wanyue also kept an alpaca. Snow-white and especially cute—though it loved spitting.
Unfortunately, all the livestock in the courtyard were gone now, leaving behind nothing but empty buildings.
In front of the villa was a small garden. A rugged off-road vehicle was parked on the open ground, and beside it stood a massive yellow-fruit tree.
She had planted it there not only for aesthetics but also to provide shade for the car.
Xia Wanyue walked to the front gate of the estate and pushed against the large iron doors.
They were firmly shut, as if locked from the outside.
She used all her strength but couldn’t budge them.
Peering through the gate, she saw nothing but fog outside.
The entire estate seemed to be surrounded by a thick white mist.
There had once been a fish pond about a li away from the courtyard, but now even that was gone.
Returning to the villa, Xia Wanyue flopped down onto the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling as memories of this body flooded her mind.
During the time she had been unconscious, she had already absorbed all of Yue Niang’s memories.
Yue Niang’s real name was actually Xia Wanyue—the same as hers.
As a child, she had been kidnapped by human traffickers. While escaping, she fell off a cliff, hit her head, and lost her memory. She was later found by Li Ke, who had gone up the mountain to hunt, and eventually became his wife.
Li Ke was a simple farmer.
His father was Li Goudan—everyone called him Old Man Li. His mother was Wang Cuihua, known to all as Old Madam Wang.
The couple had three sons. They once had a daughter as well, but when she was three years old, Old Madam Wang sent her up the mountain to pick mushrooms on a rainy day. The child fell off a cliff and died.
The eldest son, Li Shi, was twenty-seven. He was married to Madam Miao and had one son and two daughters:the son Li Cai, ten years old;the eldest daughter Li Da-Ya, eight;and the second daughter Li Er-Ya, six.
The second son, Li Ke, was twenty-five. His wife was Xia Wanyue. They had two sons and one daughter:the eldest son Li Ning, six years old;the second child Li San-Ya, also six—they were twins, a boy and a girl;and the youngest son, just born, who had yet to be named.
The youngest son, Li Xin, was twenty. A scholar who had studied for twenty years without even passing the preliminary exam. He was married to Little Madam Li and had a daughter, Li Xueying, who was two.
The entire extended family had not split households and all lived together in one courtyard.
All major and minor household affairs were controlled by Old Madam Wang. Old Man Li didn’t concern himself with anything.
The eldest son, Li Shi, was just like his father—completely hands-off.
Old Madam Wang was extremely stingy—of course, only toward others. She was quite generous with her favored youngest son and the old man.
Whenever there was something good to eat, the three of them would sneak off to a room and eat it in secret.
The eldest son and eldest grandson might occasionally get a share, but Li Ke—the middle child—was stuck in an awkward position, neither here nor there, and was the most neglected.
He worked the hardest and ate the least. If it weren’t for the hunting skills he had learned from a village hunter—allowing him to occasionally get some meat—he might have starved to death before growing up.
Li Xin had a sweet tongue from childhood.
He couldn’t endure the hardship of farming, so he coaxed his parents into sending him to study. Unfortunately, he had no talent for it. After twenty years of studying, he amounted to nothing.
The eldest sister-in-law, Madam Miao, came from Dahe Village.
She was somewhat selfish. She wouldn’t actively harm the second branch, but she also wouldn’t help them. As long as her own interests were threatened, she would fight for them.
The third daughter-in-law, Little Madam Li, was also good with words.
She usually acted delicate and weak, claiming she couldn’t do this or that.