After transmigrating into a book, Rong Xiaoxiao faced two choices:

— Either marry someone, or

— Go to the countryside as a “sent-down youth.”

Looking at the men her neighbor aunties tried to introduce — limping, blind, or total mama’s boys — Rong Xiaoxiao felt like her laziness was about to be cured. She immediately turned around and went home to pack her bags.

…

Two pretty educated youths arrived in Hongshan Brigade.

One wore crisp Dacron clothes and polished leather shoes, looking down her nose at everyone. People said she came from a high-ranking family — clearly someone you didn’t want to mess with.

The other wore rough linen clothes, lugged a big bag, and grinned brightly. Villagers whispered that this girl looked like a real worker, strong and capable.

Rong Xiaoxiao, who would rather sit than stand and lie down than sit, dropped her bag and thought: Got it, they were definitely not talking about me.

Not long after…

Watching the “intimidating” girl toil under the sun every day, nearly roasted into charcoal, while Rong Xiaoxiao grew rounder, fairer, and could often be found cracking melon seeds at the village entrance, engrossed in gossip from the next village — everyone fell silent.

— This… this… you’re straight-up fraud!

Rong Xiaoxiao, strolling back from the fields with her hands behind her back:

“Fried? Sounds good. Let’s have fried chicken tonight!”