Rebirth in Famine: She Thrives by Lucky Space

This money has truly been saved bit by bit. During school, lunch was one yuan, and breakfast and dinner were fifty cents each. Underwear and socks were replaced once a year. Besides the school uniform, she wore no other clothes, and her shoes were the cheapest cloth shoes.

Jiang Xinyu got into college, her grandmother was delighted and especially called her father, but once he heard it was news about her, he hung up immediately.

Nevertheless, the old lady was not affected. When Jiang Xinyu called again, she asked her to come home.

The old lady prepared a new cotton quilt for Jiang Xinyu and secretly gave her a thousand yuan, but Jiang Xinyu refused to take any of it.

Disappointed and angry, her grandmother returned to the city. Ten days before the semester started, Jiang Xinyu boarded the train.

Fate didn’t let her off easy; instead, it became even more relentless. Her misfortunes were beyond imagination.

Eighteen-year-old Jiang Xinyu was already accustomed to it. Even if she walked down the street and immediately fell into a sewer after someone passed by, she could calmly climb back out.

Her college classmates came from all over, and people varied greatly. In high school, at least everyone came from the same city, and classmates were still innocent then. Although they excluded her, there was no real malice.

But things were different in college. Certainly, people wouldn’t openly ridicule her maliciously, and the girls even discovered Jiang Xinyu’s usefulness.

One was by seeing her, they felt like they were the luckiest ones in the world. The other was using her as a contrast to enhance their beauty.

Jiang Xinyu wasn’t foolish; she was very sensitive, especially sharp in discerning kindness and malice.

Yet, she didn’t refuse the invitations from her classmates and dorm mates.

It’s hard for a hero to make money with only one penny. The money she earned from her part-time jobs was hard-earned, and she was absolutely unwilling to spend it on external things. If someone was willing to improve her life, she certainly wouldn’t refuse.

As for being laughed at by others, to Jiang Xinyu, it was no big deal.

Gradually, her backbone started to straighten, revealing her good figure.

But it was exaggerated when a rogue tried to assault her from behind, and when she turned her face, the rogue ran away scared.

From then on, Jiang Xinyu’s heart was like still water, with no hope held towards men.

In her freshman year, a space suddenly appeared. Subsequently, she only kept emergency money, and the rest was converted into supplies. Back then, she thought with her being so unlucky, what if an apocalypse really happened? Even without an apocalypse, what she prepared was necessary, all at special prices, serving as a money-saving strategy.

Bit by bit, she filled the space. During her four years at college, she prepared food supplies, although not much, but they accumulated over the long years.

After obtaining the space, she felt completely superior, ignoring the ”sisters” in the dorm.

She was isolated again; no one spoke to her, treating her as invisible.

Every day, she hurried between the classroom, her job, and the dormitory.

Though she still faced misfortune, since Jiang Xinyu became more open-minded, she handled it with laughter, and her bad luck decreased little by little, though not entirely gone, just slightly less.

In college, her grades even secured her the lowest scholarship, so upon graduation, with good grades and work experience, she found a decent job.

This way, her income stabilized and increased, but she still couldn’t let go of her part-time job, persevering as she did in school. Each month, she sent two hundred yuan to her grandparents in her hometown, a small sum but a token of her affection.

The old couple lamented; they had three sons and one daughter, yet none compared to the devotion of the granddaughter who was neglected since childhood. They felt a slight regret in their hearts for not treating her better.

Jiang Xinyu didn’t mind these things. While she didn’t have strong feelings towards her grandparents, they had raised her since childhood, and all she needed was a clear conscience.

For her diligence and hard work, she was promoted to team leader. Her salary increased significantly. One evening, a motivational novel moved her with a line. After pondering for two days, she found it very true—life’s purpose isn’t just work. So she quit all her part-time jobs, freeing up a lot of time, and thus became more fascinated with online novels.

In them, she found her passion, allowing her imagination to wander freely. Words held such charm, offering endless imaginative space.

Her death would probably only sadden her grandparents, but she wasn’t afraid. Her hard-earned money was in the space, and as for the compensations and insurance from the company, she had already written a will; as long as her grandparents lived, a third would go to them, and the rest would be donated.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xinyu praised her foresight again. Her hair dried, and she laid in bed, having been too engrossed, now unable to sleep at all, only able to browse the items in her space with closed eyes. This was the capital that allowed her to adapt quickly and survive here.

One area of the space contained a hundred bags of fifty-pound rice, though from different origins and varying qualities, they were still rice. Thinking of fragrant rice made her mouth water.

Beside it were fifty-pound bags of white flour, both premium and non-premium, with high and low gluten types all available.

Next to the flour were a hundred bags of cornmeal, bought from rural areas and ground there. Corn was cheap then, at six cents a pound, with processing fees at one cent per pound. So, every week, she went to the suburbs and brought back one or two hundred pounds of cornmeal and corn grits.

Millet and dried noodles were also available, two to three hundred pounds. Soybean oil, peanut oil, rapeseed oil, and salad oil, with each type having over twenty barrels.

Soybean and peanut oils were freshly pressed at a countryside oil mill, while the rest were special offers from supermarkets.

There were also over ten pounds of sesame oil? Oh, right, it was a company benefit.

Looking at these food supplies, Jiang Xinyu felt even more secure.

On the side were seasoning supplies like salt, alkali, yeast, vinegar, sugar, fresh milk, yogurt, sausages, instant noodles, spicy and sour powder, vacuum-packed cooked food, preserved meat, preserved chicken, preserved duck, eggs, duck eggs. With these, except for vegetables, she had everything she needed.

This was foundation, thought Jiang Xinyu with grandeur, unable to calm her excitement enough for sleep.

Local people lived lively lives; with a cheat code and knowing the course of history, how could she not live comfortably?