Chapter 1: Transmigrated into a Widow?

A splitting headache.

What was happening to her?

Liu Yinyin raised her hand to press against her temples, her mind momentarily blank.

After a long while, she finally regained her clarity. She remembered now…

It was the weekend, and Liu Yinyin was lying on the bed in her rented apartment with her best friend, watching a movie. Then, out of nowhere, her best friend’s ex-boyfriend showed up.

That ex-boyfriend was a total scumbag—possessive and prone to violence. Fortunately, her friend had the sense to break up with him.

But the ex wouldn’t let go. That day, he even disguised himself as a deliveryman to get into the apartment.

Then…

She remembered him attacking her best friend. That bastard had even brought a weapon.

Liu Yinyin had wanted to run out and call for help, but before she could, that scumbag smashed a brick against her head.

And then—

Liu Yinyin’s eyes suddenly widened. Wait a minute, this wasn’t her small rental apartment.

Mud walls, a small wooden bed, a broken table…

This clearly wasn’t a hospital either.

Damn it!

Where the hell was she?

Liu Yinyin abruptly jumped up from the bed and bounced on the floor twice.

Phew, at least she still had all her limbs. Apart from the headache, her body seemed fine.

But…

Why were her clothes different?

She was dressed in a set of old-fashioned, patched-up cotton clothes, the kind that couldn’t possibly exist in modern times!

Liu Yinyin: “…”

What year was this? How could someone still be wearing these kinds of clothes?

Just as she was trying to figure things out, the door suddenly opened. A woman dressed just like her walked in.

“Yinyin, you’re awake?” The woman, known as Sister-in-law Liu, walked over with a large bowl of sweet potato porridge and placed it on the table.

She continued, “You’ve been unconscious for three days. You must be hungry. Come and eat something.”

Unconscious?

Liu Yinyin stared blankly at the bowl of porridge, feeling utterly confused. For some reason, a crazy thought suddenly popped into her head…

Had she… transmigrated?

“I… What happened to me?” Liu Yinyin asked hesitantly. If she really had transmigrated, then who was she now?

Oh no, she had no useful memories in her head. What was she supposed to do?

“You…” Sister-in-law Liu sighed heavily and said, “The night you came back from the Gu family, you developed a high fever and have been unconscious for three days.”

Liu Yinyin was completely lost.

Gu family?

Who the heck was the Gu family?

For some reason, the moment she thought of them, her head started throbbing violently. Then, unfamiliar memories began flooding her mind…

“Yinyin, what’s wrong?” Sister-in-law Liu panicked when she saw her sister-in-law’s face suddenly turn pale, looking like she was in extreme pain.

Was she about to pass out again from the shock?

“…Nothing, just a headache. I’ll be fine after a bit,” Liu Yinyin said, enduring the pain as she slowly processed the information in her head.

Seeing this, Sister-in-law Liu decided not to bring up the Gu family anymore.

“Alright then, get some rest. I have to go to work now.”

It was spring planting season in the village, and everyone was busy.

After Sister-in-law Liu left, Liu Yinyin closed her eyes, feeling utterly depressed.

She really had transmigrated—into the 1950s, no less. The current year was April 1958.

The original owner of this body had the same name as her—Liu Yinyin. She was nineteen years old.

Late last year, she had married a soldier from Shili Village named Gu Cheng. It was supposed to be a good marriage.

Unfortunately, not long ago, the village secretary brought terrible news—Gu Cheng had been “killed in action” while on a mission.

To make matters worse, she was newly married when her husband “died.” The Gu family believed she had brought bad luck and was responsible for Gu Cheng’s death. Her mother-in-law, thinking she was unlucky, kicked her out and sent her back to her parents’ home.

Liu Yinyin: “…”

She had just gotten married, and her husband was already “dead”?

So now…

She was a widow?!

Knowing her situation, Liu Yinyin wished she could just pass out again!

How could she be this unlucky?

It was bad enough that she had transmigrated into an era of poverty, but as someone who had never even been in a relationship before, she was not only married but also a widow!

What a huge loss!

Liu Yinyin felt like crying.

Perhaps unable to accept this reality, she locked herself in the house for the next two days, barely moving, not speaking a word—almost as if she were in a trance.

Father Liu and Mother Liu were extremely worried, afraid that their daughter had suffered a mental breakdown from the shock.

After two days of playing dead, Liu Yinyin finally accepted the truth—there was no way back. She had no choice but to give up on the idea.

At this point, there was no use in resisting fate.

Sigh!

Even though she was a widow, at least she was technically single?

Besides, this body was only nineteen years old, nearly ten years younger than she had been in her past life. Things weren’t too bad.

Forget it—since she was already here, she might as well make the best of it. No point in overthinking—she’d just take things one step at a time.

Having come to terms with it, Liu Yinyin finally tidied herself up and stepped outside that morning.

The moment she walked out, she felt a strong sense of unreality.

After being used to modern life, she had to admit—everything here felt completely foreign to her.

Looking around, only one word came to mind—poor.

This era was just too poor.

All the houses in the Liu family were made of mud bricks, with yellow mud plastered over the walls. The furniture in the main room—the table, the stools—everything exuded a sense of simplicity.

Curious, Liu Yinyin looked around. Even though she had the original owner’s memories, seeing it with her own eyes was a completely different experience.

Seeing Liu Yinyin finally step out, the entire Liu family let out a sigh of relief.

“Yinyin, freshen up and come eat,” said her mother, Jiang Cuihua.

“…Oh.”

Still dazed, Liu Yinyin brushed her teeth, washed her face, and sat down at the table for the meal.

According to the original owner’s memories, the Liu family was a large household. Besides Father Liu and Mother Liu, she had three older brothers.

The eldest and second eldest were already married.

The third brother, one year older than her, was still single.

Apart from them, she also had a nephew, Liu Qingwen, and two nieces, Liu Zhizhi and Liu Yeye.

Liu Zhizhi and Liu Qingwen were the children of her eldest brother and sister-in-law—one was seven years old, the other five.

Liu Yeye was the daughter of her second brother and sister-in-law—only three years old.

The whole family sat around a large table for their meal.

The dishes on the table were extremely simple—one plate of stir-fried pickled vegetables, one plate of stir-fried cabbage. The main course was sweet potato porridge and wild vegetable buns.

Liu Yinyin: “…”

Even the wild vegetable buns were rationed.

Father Liu and the three sons were the main laborers in the family. Since they earned full work points each day, they needed to eat enough to keep up their strength. Each of them got four buns.

Mother Liu, the daughters-in-law, and Liu Yinyin each received two.

The younger children got one each.

Liu Yinyin sighed again. Life was truly tough.

“Yinyin, after breakfast, go pick wild vegetables with Zhizhi,” Jiang Cuihua said, handing out the family’s rations while giving instructions to her daughter.