Early spring air still carried a crisp chill.

It was the busy farming season, and every team was bustling with activity.

From a distance came the clanging sound of metal striking a gong.

It was time to get to work.

The villagers, as if responding to some kind of order, emerged from all corners, tools in hand, all heading toward the northern hillside.

Today's task? Plant soybeans all across the northern fields.

Over at the western edge of the village, inside the living quarters of the educated youth...

Sophia Blair couldn't care less about the work bell.

Her face was pale, and she was sprawled half-heartedly on the bed, looking utterly defeated.

"Sophia, it's time to head out! Hurry, or the team leader’s gonna start nagging again!"

Lillian Weston, her roommate, shouted as she bolted out the door. Her footsteps quickly faded down the path.

Soon enough, the entire youth quarters fell silent. Only then did Sophia, still looking numb, begin to slowly snap out of her daze.

She lifted her gaze to the cobweb-covered wooden beams above her, slowly lowering it back down to the dirt-clad walls. A poster of Chairman Mao hung prominently on its surface.

This wasn’t a dream. Three whole days had passed. She still didn’t want to believe it was real.

Somewhere deep inside her thoughts echoed the saying:Jägerbomb for the bold, but life’s just not worth it.

Jäger with a kid’s milk, that’s a recipe for disaster.

Jäger and vodka? Don’t even think about making it home safe.

People said Jäger can mix with anything.

Yet, somehow, she managed to mix Jäger with antibiotics and get herself... annihilated.

No! Not annihilated—just hurled straight into the 70s!

Body swap included.

She, Sophia Blair, the ultimate 21st-century heiress born with a silver spoon in her mouth, owner of almost a billion-dollar fortune, had just clawed her way through college.

Finally, she was back home, ready to inherit her mother’s Emily Baker’s sprawling farm estate and live the dream—lazy days, no worries.

It was going to be smooth sailing for life.

And then, bam! She gets dropped into some backward boondocks in the 70s where food's a luxury and life’s a grind.

What the hell did she ever do to deserve this cosmic slap?

Back in her time, Sophia had already mastered the fine art of carefree living during her prime years.

All thanks to her mom, who was the OG queen of easing off.

Emily Baker didn’t have it easy herself. She grew up in an orphanage and slogged her way into adulthood, grinding away at odd jobs to just survive.

She wasn’t the most educated, but she had a face that opened doors.

It landed her a front desk job at a fancy hotel, where her looks caught the eye of a rich heir.

Not that Emily had delusions about marrying into wealth—she knew better.She knew perfectly well that this rich playboy wasn’t serious about her.

And honestly? She wasn’t serious about him either.

So when Emily Baker found out she was pregnant, she didn’t hesitate—she made a clean break and disappeared.

Three years later, she came back, low-profile, with two-year-old Sophia Blair in her arms and a paternity test in hand.

She went straight to the wealthy heir and walked away with a big sum of money.

Of course, getting that money wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.

The other side, wary that Emily might use the kid to keep milking them, made her sign a fat stack of documents. Confidentiality agreements, massive penalties for breach of contract, a clause stating they were paying eighteen years’ worth of child support all at once—you name it, it was in there.

Emily didn’t bat an eye. She signed, took the money, and left without looking back.

Her decisiveness left the wealthy grandmother, who’d been gearing up for a battle, completely dumbfounded.

The old lady had been worried Emily would kick up a fuss and mess with her son’s arranged marriage.

But soon enough, her shock turned into disdain. To her, Emily was just a small-timer with zero vision.

As for the rich heir, he couldn’t help but spiral into his own thoughts, wondering if Emily was bravely hiding some deep heartbreak behind her tough exterior, just to save face in front of him. If not for his dashing good looks and a family background that could make even popular actresses scramble for him, there wouldn’t be many women in the world who could resist him... However, the Sophia family never expected Ms. Emily Baker to have zero interest in all that so-called high society.

Just the thought of dealing with countless relatives, navigating the chaos of in-law relationships, and catering to a husband’s needs—possibly even being pressured to have a son—was more than enough to terrify her.

If not for her laid-back approach to life, she’d have tossed baby Sophia Blair aside in a heartbeat.

And that’s how it went.

The queen of “let-it-go” herself, Emily Baker, took Sophia along with a fortune big enough to ensure their every need was covered and moved to Lijiang. She started a large-scale farm-turned-escape-from-reality.

As she liked to put it, “I have no intention of working my life away. I just wanna be a happy girl now, a cheerful lady in middle age, and a content old grandma later.”

Unfortunately, life didn’t grant her that luxury. When Sophia Blair had just reached adulthood, Emily Baker tragically passed away in a plane crash during one of her travels.

Having grown up practically feral, Sophia returned home after college to take over their sprawling farm estate. The farm, which had initially cost millions, had skyrocketed in value thanks to her mother’s management over the years.So, while Sophia Blair’s peers were still caught up in the relentless grind, desperately pushing themselves through graduate exams and aiming for Ph.D. programs, Sophia had already retired early into a cozy life of BBQ, wine, and crawfish.

Her mantra? “If everyone wants to hustle, let them. I’m not cut out for it anyway.”

Thanks to Emily Baker, who had already set up her future, Sophia didn’t need to fight or struggle. Her mission was simple—carry out Emily’s final wish: “Take it easy, be a happy girl now, a cheerful aunt in twenty years, and a lively old lady in forty.”

But.

Just as she was settling into her laid-back retirement vibe, a nasty cold and a splash—or maybe too much—of Jägermeister sent her hurtling back in time to her grandmother’s era.

Talk about infuriating.

What’s worse? No sooner had she arrived than she got roped into spring planting. Before she could even process what was happening, someone handed her a basket full of manure.

She ended up in a small team with two men and another woman. A burly guy up front would dig holes with his hoe, the woman would toss a few soybeans into each hole, and Sophia—to her absolute horror—was tasked with following behind the woman and dumping those stink-filled buckets of manure into the pits. A second man rounded off their process by covering each hole with soil.

It was as if fate had decided her crash-course into this era should be as literal and messy as possible.Sophia Blair tried her best not to show any signs of discomfort, forcing herself to keep working in a daze.

When her hand happened upon a small, round object while handling the soil, she couldn’t resist giving it a little squeeze. The dirt-covered ball squished between her fingers, its insides spilling out—a sticky, yellowish substance that immediately coated her hand. The smell hit her nose like a truck, and in a panic, she turned to her teammate with wide, horrified eyes, nervously asking what it was.

The villager digging nearby glanced at the city girl, clearly amused. With a sly grin, he taunted her: “That’s soft gold, a real treasure.”

It wasn’t until the others around them started chuckling that Sophia finally pieced it together. Her face went pale. It was human feces.

Her reaction was immediate and explosive—she flung the dustpan aside and bolted straight for the river below. Intent on washing her hands, she didn’t realize how fast she was running until it was too late to stop. She miscalculated completely and ended up diving straight into the river, clothes, embarrassment, and all.

And just like that, her very first day of labor ended in utter disaster—with barely half a dustpan of fertilizer spread and her being carried back to the dormitory, soaking wet and utterly humiliated.

No dinner. No energy. Just Sophia sprawled out on the bed, questioning every life decision that had led her to that moment, barely clinging to what was left of her sanity.