Chapter 1: Transmigrated into a Cannon Fodder Role in an 80s Drama

Su Nianzhi was awake now, but this new body was completely useless.

Her head was foggy, and she couldn’t even control her own thoughts.

“That bastard Zhang Wenliang! If anything happens to my Zhizhi, I’ll cut him into pieces with a knife!”

Wang Guifang was trembling all over, cradling Su Nianzhi while wailing in a fresh wave of gut-wrenching sobs.

For the first time in her life, Su Nianzhi experienced the full force of a mother’s love.

She struggled to whisper weakly,
“Mom… Mom, you’re hugging too tight. You’re about to strangle your little girl.”

Wang Guifang turned pale. She looked at her daughter’s already pale face, which now had a purplish tint.

It felt like her heart was being shredded.

“My poor Zhizhi!”

But this body was just too weak. Su Nianzhi felt herself slipping into unconsciousness again.

She thought bitterly, How did a post-apocalyptic soldier queen like me reincarnate into a pampered invalid?

Was this the universe’s reward for her lifetime of service and sacrifice in the apocalypse? ಠ_ಠ

Forcing her heavy eyelids open, she saw a skinny little boy with sunken cheeks propping up his chin, staring at her with wide eyes full of worry.

“Grandma! Auntie opened her eyes!”

Wang Guifang smacked him on the head.
“You loudmouth! Lower your voice! Who did you inherit that from? You’re going to scare your aunt!”

The boy jumped and quickly clapped his hands over his mouth, sticking out his tongue.

Su Nianzhi looked around at the gathered crowd. Except for the third son, who had been drafted into the army, the entire Su family was here, all staring at her.

She gave them a weak smile.

Wang Guifang looked at her already-frail daughter, who looked like she’d blow away in the wind. After falling sick, she’d wasted down to skin and bones, her face pale as paper.

Wang’s eyes instantly reddened. Her rough, cracked hands patted Su Nianzhi’s delicate wrist with heartbreaking gentleness.

“Zhizhi, don’t worry. Mama will get justice for you. Even if I can’t kill the Zhang family, I’ll make them suffer!”

“Mom, I’m fine. I’ll take care of the Zhang family myself.”

Wang Guifang grew even angrier. That damned Zhang family had pushed her gentle, soft-spoken daughter to the point of wanting revenge.

Too much bullying! Too much injustice!

“Alright, alright! You handle it. I’ll tell your brothers to sharpen their knives. You just focus on resting.”

She tucked Su Nianzhi’s cold hand back under the covers.

Then she glared at her sons and husband.
“What are you all staring at? Go start the fire! What if Zhizhi gets hungry?”

“Right, right.” Her husband quickly pulled back his hand, which had been reaching out to touch his daughter. His hands were too rough—what if he scratched her delicate skin?

Shivering, he said, “Good girl, Daddy’s going to get you something to eat.”

“Little Aunt, I’ll go too! You just rest, and later I’ll ask Dad to buy you some candy. Once you eat it, everything will feel sweet again!”

“Yes, I’ll go buy candy from the village store!”

Watching them all leave the room, Su Nianzhi finally exhaled in relief.

She combed through the memories in her mind. Before the apocalypse, she had randomly stumbled on a TV drama.

She’d only watched it because the sickly cannon fodder who died within two minutes of the first episode had the same name as her.

That girl had been a sick beauty who jumped into a river and died after the male lead broke off their engagement.

In the next few episodes, the Su family became cannon fodder in their quest for revenge, constantly getting humiliated by the male lead. In the end, the whole family either died or were crippled.

Meanwhile, the male lead came out of it all with a spotless reputation.

Su Nianzhi got so frustrated watching that nonsense that she dropped the show. What kind of brain-dead plot was this?

And then… the apocalypse arrived.

She never expected that after dying in the apocalypse, she’d wake up inside that same drama.

It was surreal.

But since she was here, she’d make the most of it. If the apocalypse taught her anything, it was one thing:

Survive. No matter what.

The only problem was this body—it was pathetically weak. Her limbs felt like noodles. Even sitting up was a struggle.

Oh well.

Su Nianzhi closed her eyes, searching for that faint power in her mind. It was weak—but her ability was still there.

By midday, Su Nianzhi had managed to eat a bowl of mush and one poached egg.

After that, her strength returned a little, and even her mental focus improved.

She closed her eyes again and used her spiritual sense to scan her body.

Thankfully, there was no major illness—just congenital weakness. Her internal organs were all underdeveloped.

With the right methods, recovery wasn’t out of the question.

In the afternoon, everyone in the Su family went to work in the fields, leaving only her six-year-old nephew to watch over her.

They stared at each other.

“Little Auntie, if you’re tired, just lie down and nap. Later I’ll bring you one of Grandma’s eggs.”

Su Nianzhi didn’t miss the gulp the little guy swallowed when he mentioned the egg.

She knew how poor this family was. Eggs were a luxury, and only she got to eat them. The rest of the family couldn’t even afford soup.

And yet no one ever complained. Everyone prioritized her.

Even the blanket covering her now was the only whole one in the house.

The others made do with rags and straw.

She had thought while watching the show: It’s already 1980—how can a family be this poor?

But the Su family really was this destitute. All because of the original Su Nianzhi’s illness. Constantly sick—minor ones every few days, major ones every few weeks. When she was young, she only survived thanks to monthly wild ginseng.

They had drained all their savings and fallen deep into debt.

Who would still want to marry her like this?

Su Nianzhi didn’t even like Zhang Wenliang. But the bastard not only broke off the engagement—he even blamed her, saying she couldn’t have children.

In this era, that kind of claim destroyed a girl’s reputation. Heartbroken, the original Su Nianzhi accidentally slipped into the river and drowned.

But Su Nianzhi had seen the show. By now, Zhang Wenliang was already hooking up with the village chief’s daughter.

Playing the victim while being the villain? Hell no.

She looked over at the little guy watching her.

She asked cautiously, “Maomao, do you know Zhang Wenliang?”

Before she could even finish her sentence, Su Maomao shot to his feet, his face full of determination.

“Little Auntie, I saw that man kissing Lu Jiajia in the reeds by the river! You can’t marry him!”

He might be young, but Grandma always said: a man should only be good to his wife.

Zhang Wenliang was supposed to be her fiancé, but he kissed another woman. That made him scum.

He had to protect his little aunt!

Su Nianzhi couldn’t help laughing at his serious face.
“Who said I still want to marry him? Come here.”

Maomao climbed onto the bed with his short little legs, happily sniffing the nice scent of his aunt.

Su Nianzhi leaned close to whisper,
“Watch him for me the next couple of days. If he meets with Lu Jiajia again, you come tell me.”

Maomao, the proud auntie’s boy, agreed without hesitation.

And so, two more days passed.

Just when Su Nianzhi was wondering why those two scumbags hadn’t gone sneaking around yet…

Maomao burst in, panting.

“Little Auntie! Little Auntie! They’re at the reeds again!”

Su Nianzhi’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk.

The perfect opportunity had arrived.