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Chapter 1 Begins Chapter 1 Begins

There was no light in the dark sky. A woman was running in panic, not even noticing that one of her shoes had fallen off. Behind her, a big dog was barking madly, accompanied by the rustling sound of people chasing after her.

The woman was terrified. The pain in her feet did not divert her attention. She just ran in panic without even looking at the road until she reached the edge of a high cliff. The person behind her caught up with her the moment she stopped. A gun fired, and with a "bang", the woman's body fell off the cliff like a piece of rag.

Li Xianglu woke up from her dream with a cry of "Ah", her whole body was wet, and then she heard a woman's voice with some disgust: "Why are you yelling so loudly at this time of night? Be careful not to wake up your third brother."

As they were talking, they heard someone getting off the kang and leaving. At this time, a middle-aged man asked in a low voice: "Xiang girl, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, Dad is here."

Li Xianglu wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand, turned over, responded softly and stopped talking.

After a while, the woman who had gotten up to go to the bathroom came back and lay down again, and the whole room fell into darkness again.

Li Xianglu opened her bright eyes in the dark room. When her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she vaguely looked at the house in front of her.

This is a 30-square-meter cave house. Half of the room is covered with a kang, and four people are sleeping on the kang. The one in front of the west window is Li Erfu, my current father. The second one is my current mother, Ge Sanmei. Then there is my third brother Li Jianqing. The one leaning against the wall is me, Li Xianglu.

By the way, her current name is Li Xianglu, a 14-year-old girl from a rural family.

I am a girl from a small town in the 2000s. I am 22 years old and just graduated from college. After graduation, I did not rush to find a job, but went out for a trip first.

It was after this trip that I somehow traveled through time to the 1973s of ****. My mind was in a fog. How did I get here? Did I die and travel through time?

But I couldn't remember anything. I just kept dreaming. Either I dreamed of a man with a blurry face urging me to climb up, or I dreamed of myself being shot.

This body now is not the same as my previous one. The original body died of high fever. When I woke up in this body, I became the current Li Xianglu. This unfashionable name is said to be the name of a Shanghai girl.

Oh, why is it so miserable!
This is the rural area of **** in 1973. What year was 1973? It was the middle stage of the cruelest history of ****. Although we have long passed the ************, it was still a time of lack of clothing and food.

Not only did you need meal tickets to eat, you also needed cloth tickets to wear clothes, and you needed a letter of introduction to go out. Doing business was speculation, and finding a job required a city household registration.

She was a little girl from the countryside. Not only did she not have enough food and clothes, but her mother favored boys over girls. She was nearly fourteen years old in this body, but she looked like a nine-year-old girl. She had to feed two pigs and twenty chickens and ducks every day.
He sighed and touched the hidden ring on his finger. There was still a lot of food in it, but he had to be careful when taking it out. Besides, even if he ate the food in the space, it would only last for five years at most.

No matter what, I have to find a way to solve the current situation. Otherwise, according to the current customs, I will get married early as arranged by my family, and then I will be just a reproductive tool. When I think about living like this in the future, I want to run away. However, the household registration checks are very strict in this era. If I am caught as a spy by mistake, it will be troublesome. It is better to stay here carefully and wait until I am older.

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