Chapter 2: The Emergence of the Golden Finger

She had been drawn here by a strange vortex, and she couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to her modern body. Would anyone notice that she was missing?

Was she supposed to jump out of the window again?

Or perhaps try to commit suicide?

Wen Yunhe pondered but couldn’t find a way back, nor did she dare to try any reckless actions.

She was so hungry—this body hadn’t eaten since she learned of her husband’s death yesterday. Her throat was parched and painful; she longed for water.

Damn those He family members! The barefoot doctor had clearly instructed them to give her some water and liquid food, along with a few herbs to reduce swelling, yet they treated it as a piece of gossip.

They saved her life only because they didn’t want to lose their free labor!

To be honest, she guessed right. It was early in the morning when He Mingzhang’s father noticed something was wrong.

His eldest daughter-in-law, who normally woke up early to cook and work, hadn’t been seen even when the sun was high in the sky. He sensed something was wrong and burst through the door, only to discover the original owner had already hanged herself.

He quickly cut the rope and let her down; she seemed to still have a faint breath. After discussing with his younger son, they decided to call a physician to take a look.

They had grown accustomed to this free labor for the past two years; if she truly died, who would do the work?

With great difficulty, Wen Yunhe managed to get out of bed. No, she had to find some water to drink; she couldn’t just die of thirst!

As she was deep in thought, suddenly, a pink ceramic cup appeared in her hand.

Wasn’t this the cup she often used? How could it be here?

Wen Yunhe was so excited she nearly jumped up. Could it be the so-called “golden finger” that novel often described?

Did her home come along with her?

“I want to go in! I want to go home!”

Neglecting her thirst, these thoughts filled her mind, and then the scene in front of her changed. She actually found herself back in her own home.

“Hahaha, this is amazing!”

Although she didn’t understand how she got here or whether she could return, if she could survive in this strange world with a golden finger, her life would be much better.

Wen Yunhe took small sips from the cup, and the discomfort in her throat eased a little. She began to rummage around the kitchen.

Her throat hurt, and it was challenging to eat anything complex, so she decided to drink some milk for nutrition. She also took out a clay pot to cook porridge, preparing to make herself a bowl of easy-to-swallow fish porridge and steam an egg custard.

With the food on the stove, she went to wash up. However, when Wen Yunhe looked at herself in the mirror, she was taken aback.

Her face was haggard, her skin sallow. She looked like a ghost, her long hair hanging down, giving her an almost haunting appearance.

Upon closer inspection, she resembled her former self to some extent – her features were still quite pleasant, but she was overly thin and appeared fragile, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Her hair was dry and yellowed, devoid of any luster, resembling the withered grass in autumn.

Her skin was incredibly rough; it felt like sandpaper, nothing like that of an eighteen-year-old girl.

Her hands were even more alarming, covered in thick calluses, each crease telling a tale of hardship and labor.

Sigh, I need to take good care of myself from now on.

Wen Yunhe washed up briefly and applied her usual essence and cream to nourish her skin.

She easily twisted her long hair into a bun using a wooden hairpin. It wasn’t difficult—she had always liked studying ancient women’s hairstyles and accessories. When filming her videos, she would often wear traditional Hanfu, so she was quite skilled at it.

After searching through the memories of the original owner, she learned that the dynasty she had crossed into was not a historically recognized one, but a fictional dynasty called Da Shun.

Once she tidied up, she decided to explore while the porridge was still cooking.

As Wen Yunhe stepped out of the small courtyard, she didn’t see the familiar mountain paths and woods she expected. Instead, there were just a few patches of black soil, about an acre in size.

Outside the courtyard was a spring, beside which grew several peach trees, their branches heavy with ripe peaches that looked plump and enticing, practically begging to be picked. They looked so delicious—if only she could have one!

Just as she was thinking this, a large peach miraculously flew directly into her hands.

Wen Yunhe quickly grabbed it; it was heavy, probably weighing half a kilogram.

Wiping it on her clothes, she took a bite, and the peach was soft and juicy, sweet to the taste, leaving a lingering delight. It was undoubtedly the best peach she had ever eaten.

Of course, it could also be that her current body was so hungry that anything would taste great.

Although the peach was delicious, she knew better than to eat too much; too much could lead to bloating and discomfort, especially for a stomach that had been empty for so long.

After taking a few bites, she stopped, pondering how the peach had suddenly appeared in her hand. Could it be that she could summon items with her mind?

She tried a few more times and, to her astonishment, found that she could indeed control objects from this space with her thoughts.

However, it consumed a lot of energy. After several experiments, she felt utterly exhausted.

Thinking of the events in the book, she couldn’t help but feel that this golden finger had arrived just at the right time.

Before long, war would sweep through this area, forcing everyone to flee with their families. She had a space where she could grow whatever she wanted, even prepare supplies in advance. It was all about being prepared.

And her little courtyard had come along too; since she used to live in the mountains, it was inconvenient to buy things, so she had always stocked up a lot on supplies. The resources in her courtyard would last her a while during tough times.

With these thoughts in mind, she hurried to the kitchen to check the contents of the fridge. She was curious about what kind of black technology had allowed the space to remain powered despite no electricity.

Inside the two large freezers, she found an assortment of meats, including a whole pig that she’d bought from a farmer down the mountain, all cut up and neatly arranged.

In the fresh section, there were also some fresh vegetables and fruits.

In the small storage room, there were ten bags of rice, each weighing twenty pounds, for a total of two hundred pounds, along with a little bit of flour—five bags of twenty pounds each, totaling one hundred pounds. There were also several bags of low-gluten flour for cakes and high-gluten flour for bread.

The rest consisted of various grains, beans, and an assortment of snacks she enjoyed while reading novels.

Everything was perfectly preserved. Wen Yunhe couldn’t help but feel grateful. Due to the pandemic, she had developed a habit of hoarding supplies like a hamster. While she didn’t have a huge stockpile, it was enough to last her for a period.

It was regrettable, though, that the few million yuan in her bank account hadn’t been spent yet. After years of hard work, everything had returned to square one.

However, she had long since notarized a will, intending for all her assets to be donated to an orphanage upon her death. In that sense, she had effectively spent it, so she didn’t feel too pained by it.

After briefly checking the supplies in her space, she noticed that the porridge was about done. She quickly slipped in the pre-marinated fish slices, waiting thirty seconds before sprinkling some chopped green onions on top and taking it off the heat.

The steaming fish porridge smelled heavenly.

Just smelling it made her mouth water; she was simply too hungry, especially after using her mind to control objects, which had left her feeling drained.

Taking small sips of the fish porridge, she felt her throat improve significantly, at least swallowing wasn’t painful anymore. Eating something warm made her stomach feel much better.

After finishing two small bowls of porridge, she felt satisfied enough. The original owner had been perpetually hungry, and her stomach had contracted to quite a small size, so not being able to eat much was expected. She decided to take it slow.

Once she filled herself up, Wen Yunhe was preparing to search around the courtyard for any useful supplies when she suddenly heard a furious knocking at the door.

She quickly murmured a mental note to herself before stepping outside.

Just as she returned to her room to lie down, the door was kicked open roughly.