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Xu Yinyin's last memory was the blaring sound of her phone alarm. She had been working late into the night, drowning in financial reports and endless deadlines. A single moment of dizziness, a sharp pain in her chest, and then… darkness.  

When she opens her eyes, she is no longer in her modern high-rise apartment but in a **tiny, dimly lit room** that smells of damp straw and mildew. The air is thin and cold, and her body feels incredibly weak, as if she hasn't eaten in days.  

Her gaze lands on the cracked ceiling, the wooden beams above her looking fragile, as if they could collapse at any moment. Her body aches, and when she moves her hands, she feels her own **bony fingers**—thin, fragile, with calluses that don’t belong to her.  

Her throat is dry. Her stomach twists in hunger.  

**"Where… am I?"**  

She struggles to sit up, only to feel sharp pain radiating from her limbs. Her wrists are marked with old scars, faint traces of bruises scattered across her arms. The shabby quilt covering her is thin, barely providing warmth.  

A sense of unease grips her.  

Then, memories **flood** her mind.  

Her name is no longer Xu Yinyin. She is now **Su Wan**, a nineteen-year-old orphan in a poverty-stricken village in 1960s China.  

Her parents passed away early, leaving her at the mercy of her uncle’s family. Instead of caring for her, they treated her as an unwanted burden—a servant who worked from dawn to dusk with barely enough food to survive.  

Just yesterday, the original Su Wan had collapsed from exhaustion while carrying heavy buckets of water from the river. No one helped her. No one cared.  

She had been left in this tiny storage room to either wake up or die.  

The realization makes her shudder.  

Before she can process more, a cold, mechanical voice **echoes in her mind.**  

**[Host detected. Survival Space System initializing.]**  

A translucent blue screen appears before her.  

### **Inventory:**  
✔ **Fresh vegetables, rice, and flour**  
✔ **Bottled clean water**  
✔ **A first-aid kit with modern medicine**  
✔ **Basic survival tools like a knife and matches**  

Su Wan's eyes widen.  

**"A cheat system?!"**  

She instinctively selects a loaf of bread. The next moment, a **warm, soft bun appears in her hand.**  

The scent of freshly baked bread fills the air.  

Her stomach growls.  

With trembling hands, she **takes a bite**—the fluffy warmth melting on her tongue, sending an almost overwhelming sensation of relief through her starved body.  

Warmth spreads through her, chasing away the biting cold.  

Her eyes flicker with determination.  

**"I have a second chance. I won’t let anyone trample on me again!! "

Transmigrating To The 1960s:My space, My soldier

Su Wan moves to the kitchen, which is nothing more than a small, soot-covered shed with a makeshift stove. The cold wind sneaks through the gaps in the wooden walls, but she barely notices.

She grabs a handful of rough, cracked rice grains from the storage pot. This was the food she was expected to survive on? A single mouthful wouldn't even satisfy a child.

Glancing around to make sure no one is watching, she mentally selects a handful of white rice from her space.

A small pile of plump, clean grains replaces the dirty rice in her hands.

She mixes it in with the rest before tossing everything into the pot.

"This will at least taste better."

The old Su Wan would've accepted whatever was given to her. This Su Wan? Not anymore.

As she stirs the pot, the sound of angry voices drifts in from the yard.

It's her 'older cousin, Su Jianhua.'

Su Wan's lips twitch. *Wow. They're not even trying to hide their disappointment.*

"She should be grateful she woke up," her aunt grumbles. "Now she can start working again."

"Let's not waste food on her," Su Jianhua sneers. "She's not even part of our family."

Su Wan slowly ladles the porridge into bowls.

Her heart is calm, but inside, a storm brews.

These people had let her collapse without a second thought. And now, they wanted her to work like a mule while they enjoyed life?

As the family gathers for breakfast, Su Wan takes her usual seat at the end of the table.

Zhao Lanying sniffs the air. "Why does the porridge smell better than usual?"

The family starts eating. The moment Su Jianhua takes a bite, he freezes.

His head snaps up. "Why is this rice different?"

Zhao Lanying's eyes narrow. She scoops a spoonful and gasps.

The entire family stares at Su Wan.

"Where did you get this?" Su Daqiang demands.

Su Wan blinks innocently. "It's the same rice as always. Maybe my cooking skills improved?"

Zhao Lanying slams the bowl down. "Nonsense! Did you steal from the grain storage?"

Su Wan's expression turns aggrieved. "Aunt, are you accusing me without proof?"

Zhao Lanying's face darkens. 'This girl never used to talk back!'

Before the argument can escalate, Su Xiaomei—her younger cousin—lets out a wail.

"Mother! There's a bug in my porridge!"

Zhao Lanying snatches the bowl—and sure enough, a fat black bug floats on top.

Su Wan bites back a laugh. She had seen the bugs in the family's stored rice and deliberately left one in her cousin's bowl.

Zhao Lanying yells at Su Wan. Su Jianhua gags at the thought of eating infested rice. Su Daqiang grumbles about their luck.

Meanwhile, Su Wan calmly eats her bowl of clean, fragrant rice.

She wasn't the one suffering anymore.

By mid-morning, word spreads through the village.

"Did you hear? Su Wan collapsed yesterday, and her family didn't even care!"

"I saw her carrying heavy buckets while her cousins just watched! Poor girl."

"They even accused her of stealing food this morning! Shameless!"

Zhao Lanying turns red with anger.

Su Wan had done nothing except eat breakfast, yet the entire village was talking as if she were a pitiful victim.

Before Zhao Lanying can retaliate, the village brigade leader arrives.

"The Su family has an extra mouth to feed but not enough work points," he says sternly. "From now on, Su Wan will work in the fields."

Su Wan lowers her head to hide smile.

She needed a reason to earn her own food—and now, the village had handed her the opportunity.

She looks up, eyes filled with fake gratitude.

"Thank you, Brigade Leader," she says softly. "I'll work hard."

Her uncle's family grits their teeth.

They had hoped to continue starving her, but now?

CHAPTER 2 - Stirring Trouble