Luo Zhiyao opened her eyes and stared at the unfamiliar, run-down walls around her, unable to recover for a long time.
“Who am I? Where am I? What is this place?” Luo Zhiyao asked herself three confused questions in a row.
“Comrade Luo, Comrade Luo, are you awake? Hurry up and get up—we need to go to work.”
Comrade Luo? Go to work? What the heck?
Did she transmigrate? She clearly had been lying at home reading a novel. How did she end up transmigrating out of nowhere? Could it be that she suddenly died?
Luo Zhiyao looked at the wall calendar, which read the year 1970. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her head, and she was forcibly flooded with a wave of information.
The body also belonged to a girl named Luo Zhiyao, who had gone to great lengths for a man who didn’t love her, even threatening her life just to follow him to the countryside.
Her family sensed something was off about her behavior and didn’t stop her from leaving. Instead, they prepared a severance letter just in case, fearing that their precious daughter might drag the family down.
So she followed that man all the way to Qingshan Brigade in Hongqiao Village in the southwest.
After she left, her grandparents and parents were reported and labeled as “bad elements,” then sent to Xinjiang for “re-education through labor”…
However, the “love-brained” Luo Zhiyao knew nothing about what had happened to her family. Instead, she happily followed the male lead around everywhere.
After absorbing all this information, Luo Zhiyao felt as if her head had been struck by thunder. She—she—she had actually transmigrated into a novel, the very same one she had been complaining about last night, “The 1970s Little Educated Youth Who Builds a Fortune.”
At that moment, she almost went insane:
“Ahhh! You damned heavens! You’ve sent me to this 1970s era where people can’t even eat or wear proper clothes? You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?!”
Whether from anger or something else, Luo Zhiyao suddenly felt dizzy.
Then she found herself in another place.
She stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the lush and beautiful scenery.
The grass beneath her feet told her this was real.
“This… this… could this be the legendary cheat space?” Luo Zhiyao exclaimed. “Heavens, I won’t call you ‘damned heavens’ anymore. You’ve treated me too well—you’re like my real grandfather! You’re truly treating me like your own granddaughter!”
She began wandering around this mysterious space. There were mountains, streams, rice fields, and fruit trees. Even livestock and aquaculture areas were clearly separated. Nearby, there was a small house surrounded by a fence, with a yard and a well inside.
Looking at the water in the well, Luo Zhiyao pondered, “Could this be the so-called spiritual spring water often mentioned in novels?”
The water level was nearly overflowing the well. She scooped up some and drank it—it was cool and sweet. She felt the discomfort she had just experienced disappear instantly.
“Heavens, you really are my grandfather. Please accept your granddaughter’s bow!”
Luo Zhiyao excitedly ran around in the space. She never expected that something only found in novels—transmigration and a cheat ability—would happen to her too. It felt unbelievably satisfying.
She would no longer be that overworked corporate slave. She was going to live a fulfilling life in the 1970s!
Bang bang bang.
“Luo Zhiyao, are you up yet? It’s time to go to work! What are you dawdling for? If you make us late, I won’t forgive you!”
Hearing the knocking, Luo Zhiyao snapped back to reality. She silently thought “exit,” and returned to the shabby room.
Outside, several young women stood there, their expressions unfriendly, glaring at her.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m coming now!”
Her apology immediately shocked the others. This usually domineering and willful person actually apologized? Wasn’t she always arrogant and looking down on everyone?
“Hey, He Li, did Luo Zhiyao take the wrong medicine? She actually apologized?”
“Hu Fang, I don’t know either,” He Li replied, equally confused.
No matter what, it was good that Luo Zhiyao came out—otherwise they would all be late again.
The group hurried to the assembly point, still glancing at Luo Zhiyao, who seemed completely different from yesterday.
Yesterday, she had been the one crying and making the biggest fuss about going to work. Today, she looked excited—like a completely different person.
Could it be that the shock had been too much and she had gone mad?
At the assembly point, Captain Wang was already impatient. Seeing them arrive, he quickly assigned tasks:
“He Li, Hu Fang, Luo Zhiyao, Chen Peipei—you four go weed with Team One. Pei Feng, Liu Hansheng, Ke Ruolin, Wu Hao, Ning Zexu—you go with Team Two to turn the soil. That’s it!”
Luo Zhiyao felt a bit dazed. Pei Feng—that was the male lead’s name.
The man she had followed here. But he didn’t seem all that impressive… Did the original Luo Zhiyao have questionable taste?
After yesterday’s incident, the people in Team One were reluctant to accept Luo Zhiyao. She was troublesome, had a bad temper, and would cry at the drop of a hat—annoying to deal with.
But there was no choice; since the brigade captain assigned her, they had to accept her.
Luo Zhiyao had also come from a rural background in her previous life, so she could distinguish seedlings from weeds. She walked to the plot assigned to her and began pulling weeds.
The team leader, Aunt He, instructed a nearby woman, “Wang Linghua, keep an eye on her. Don’t let her pull up the seedlings…”
“Got it, Guizhi. I’ll watch her,” Wang Auntie replied. She knew very well what these educated youths from the city were like—they knew nothing about farming.
Especially this Luo comrade—very delicate and troublesome.
“Luo Comrade, you didn’t weed yesterday. Today I’ll teach you. You need to tell the difference between seedlings and weeds…”
“Auntie… okay, Aunt Wang, thank you,” Luo Zhiyao replied. After drinking the well water, her body felt lighter, her senses sharper, and she could even hear whispers nearby.
Aunt Wang was shocked. Luo Zhiyao seemed like a completely different person compared to yesterday.
The people around were also stunned. Was she really acting differently today? Even saying “thank you”?
Luo Zhiyao, unaware that others already thought she had “taken the wrong medicine,” was still thinking about how to pretend she didn’t recognize the weeds.
Sensing the strange looks around her, she was startled—had she been exposed? She hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Luo Comrade, look carefully. This is a peanut seedling, this is a weed—you must distinguish them…”
“Aunt Wang, teaching her is pointless. With that delicate appearance, she doesn’t look like someone who can work!”
A young woman walked over, her eyes full of dislike toward Luo Zhiyao.
“Li Qinghe, don’t say that. They just came from the city; it’s normal if they can’t tell the difference,” someone replied.
Hearing the name, Luo Zhiyao realized this woman was another villainous supporting character in the novel, though she would later be taken in by the heroine.
“Hey, what are you spacing out for? Didn’t like being told off? Get to work!” Li Qinghe pushed her forcefully.
Luo Zhiyao fell onto the edge of the field. It had just rained the night before, so the ground was muddy. Her clothes were covered in yellow mud.
Li Qinghe panicked as well—she had only pushed lightly. How did the woman fall so easily?
Luo Zhiyao came back to her senses after being pushed to the ground. She didn’t cry or make a fuss—she just felt a bit of pain in her backside.
The people around all felt something big was about to happen. With Luo Zhiyao being so quiet, she was probably about to unleash something major!
Someone secretly went to call the brigade captain. It seemed only the captain and his wife could handle that delicate, troublesome girl…