The 1960s: The Story of a Country Girl's Journey to the City

After another confrontation, the Lin family temporarily calmed down. When he returned home that day, Old Man Lin sternly warned his eldest son and his wife, as well as his wife, that they were not allowed to provoke Bao Ya in the future, and that anyone who disobeyed would be kicked out of the Lin family.

Despite their reluctance, the group reluctantly agreed. Every day when Bao Ya went home for meals, aside from receiving several sharp glances from them, she did nothing else.

The food was as unpalatable as ever, and everyone ate the same thing, so Bao Ya didn't have a chance to make a scene. In this way, the Lin family achieved a strange balance.

Life was so bland and tasteless. Bao Ya would gnaw on hard cornbread every day and start contemplating her life. No wonder northerners have bigger jaws than southerners; it's from chewing this awful stuff.

It is said that their village is relatively wealthy, and the fact that they can eat cornbread every day makes the surrounding villages very envious, but Bao Ya is indifferent.

In her past life, she died from overwork operating a sewing machine. No, no, not operating a sewing machine there, but the sewing machines in her own factory. They were all electric now, but in the summer, electricity was scarce, and some areas had power rationing. She could only use an old-fashioned sewing machine to make patterns. In order to finish on time, she didn't sleep for two days and two nights, and she even made the old-fashioned sewing machine smoke. She just finished making the sample when she died. It's outrageous!

She'd read the novel, so she expected some kind of space or system to follow her. After several days of calling out, nothing happened. She'd poked her hands raw, but still found nothing. Was it because she hadn't finished paying off her loan?

She was once a rich kid, so how could she be so poor? Can anyone tell her?

Thinking back to her past life, it seems there's nothing left to cherish. Her grandmother, who raised her single-handedly, passed away when she was in middle school.

My biological father couldn't bear the blow of bankruptcy and died of a heart attack.

After a month of grief, her biological mother remarried her stepfather.

My brother went with my sister-in-law to become a live-in son-in-law.

Her boyfriend married her best friend.

She got into a second-tier university, planning to study abroad after graduation, but her father went bankrupt. She studied fashion design, and, well, it seems people who study fashion design are prone to time travel... sigh...

With the remaining funds after liquidating the family assets, he started a small company, doing OEM manufacturing for others. He made a small fortune from uniform orders from his stepfather and step-siblings' companies, and got a little carried away. He expanded the company factory, bought advanced machinery, and purchased a large 300-square-meter apartment for himself, dreaming of reaching the pinnacle of life on his own. He ate, wore, and used only the best; after all, he had developed extravagant spending habits while his biological father was alive, and it was difficult to go back to frugality after more than a decade of being a rich second-generation.

After everything was settled, she realized she would be facing huge loan repayments every month. Damn it, she had been careless. She couldn't keep relying on her stepfather all the time, so she had no choice but to accept her fate and work hard on her own. Every month felt like a trial by fire, with her finances constantly on the verge of collapse, hanging by a thread.

Now that she's transmigrated, she's not too upset; instead, she feels a sense of relief. Even if she sold her factory, she probably wouldn't be able to pay off the loan.

And that large apartment—I heard the price has dropped a lot, but the mortgage isn't paid off yet. She bought it when prices were at their peak, and even if she sold it, she still wouldn't be able to pay off the loan. Thinking about it that way, the bank actually lost out. Hmm, I feel better now.

Anyway, she ate, drank, and enjoyed herself while she was alive, and the rest belonged to Lin Baoya, who swapped bodies with her; it was none of her business anymore.

It's 1965 now, just a few years after the Great Famine. Luckily, she wasn't transported to that era. Unfortunately, while she can eat her fill, the food isn't exactly delicious. Everyone says white people's food is just for maintaining vital signs, but that's because they haven't experienced this era. At least their food includes a piece of meat. Since she transmigrated here, she hasn't even seen a butcher, let alone meat. Ugh... what a tragedy.

Bao Ya chewed on the pancake expressionlessly. When she came to her senses, she realized that everyone had finished eating and she was the only one left at the table. She quickly stuffed the pancake into her mouth, chewed it a few times, slurped it down with the thin porridge in her bowl, wiped her mouth, turned around and walked out. She could feel Granny Lin following behind her, so she ran away in a flash. Getting her to do housework was just a pipe dream.

She now comes to the Lin family's house for meals randomly, so that Lin's mother-in-law won't give her any special treatment.

Granny Lin mentally went over the curse words several times, but remembering the old man's instructions, she swallowed them in the end and angrily went to call the second son's wife to wash the dishes.

Bao Ya wandered around again with her little basket on her back, taking a deep breath—it felt so good. Breathing in that scent of earth and grass once more brought an indescribable sense of comfort.

In my past life, I was a wild girl running around on the country ridges. Back then, most of the young parents in the village went out to work, and the children lived with their grandparents. I could only see my parents during the Chinese New Year.

The old man was busy in the fields, while the children ran around wildly, sweating profusely before jumping into the river to bathe. She had done all sorts of things: climbing trees to steal bird eggs, catching fish in the streams. Later, her parents earned a lot of money in the city and brought them to live there. Now, seeing the fields again, it didn't feel unfamiliar.

People gradually made their way to the fields after breakfast. The corn in the fields had grown to waist height, and the daily work of weeding and catching insects continued.

Current pesticide and fertilizer production capacity is insufficient, and most areas rely mainly on manual labor. It's August, and after a rain, the weeds in the fields begin to grow wildly. People are working diligently with rakes to clear the weeds from the fields, and finally pile the weeds by the roadside to dry.

After watching for a while, Bao Ya turned around and went into the mountain again. The sun was rising, and the mountain was shady and cooler than here.

The mountain wasn't high, and the trees on it were sparse. There were no large prey, and even rabbits were rare. Children often ran up the mountain to play, and their parents didn't care.

Bao Ya sat down under a big tree by the river, looking at the flowing water, and began to think about her future.

Aside from being beautiful and educated, the original owner of this body had no other redeeming qualities. It was 1965, and she lived in a rural area. The only way to make a living was by earning work points. She summarized the survival methods of female protagonists in other eras and drew the following conclusions:

First, it lacks any cheat codes (space, system, spiritual spring);

Secondly, she also lacked strength, the kind of superhuman strength.

Third, the black market—she didn't know where it was, and even if she did, it wouldn't matter; she had nothing to trade. Go up the mountain to hunt? She looked at the mountain behind her; the children had already picked all the edible things off it. It was more of a mound than a mountain, covering a large area but not very high.

Fourth, she didn't want to farm for work points. Although she lived in the countryside when she was young in her previous life, she had never farmed. Her family rented machines to plant and harvest the land, and later they even rented out the land to others to farm.

Think about what she can do. She can cook, but food is limited, so she has to count the food she eats every day. She can make clothes, but there is no cloth. She has some coarse cloth that she weaves herself, but it is also limited. The villagers can't even make a set of clothes in a year. This skill cannot support her.

In this era, she felt like a useless piece of trash, with no way out. She even thought that if she could travel back to the 1980s, she could go out and find a job, like tightening screws in a factory. But in this era where you need a letter of introduction to go out, meal tickets to eat, cloth coupons to wear clothes, and everything requires coupons, she could only make a living in this small area, unable to go anywhere else.

We still have to go into the city. There are too many people in the city, and you have to find a crowded place to beg for food.