Reborn as a Superpower Girl in the 80s

Under the large willow tree in the center of Qingshan Village, the villagers were still discussing the recognition drama that unfolded at Zhao's Second Wife's place yesterday, which was probably more exciting than any play ever performed.

Meanwhile, Luo Qiao, who had been fighting zombies in the apocalypse just a moment ago, failed to save herself after being pushed into a horde of zombies by a teammate, and only heard someone screaming her name heart-wrenchingly before she lost consciousness.

The next moment Luo Qiao woke up to find herself in a strange place, feeling extremely weak and suffering from a severe headache, and before she could think further, a flood of memories rushed into her brain.

As she endured the headache and sorted out the memories, she realized she had transmigrated into the undesired and pitiful fifteen-year-old Luo Qiao from the 1980s, yet why were the names of the people in the original host's memories so familiar to her? After closing her eyes and repeating them several times,

She then remembered — this was from a novel she had read before, "The Swapped Life," where the female supporting character, also named Luo Qiao, led a miserable life and only found out at her death that her life had been swapped with someone else's.

She recalled the plot, which she didn't remember clearly, and only then did she understand why the Zhao Family of Qingshan Village refused to recognize the daughter that had been returned to them.

Because only Gao Suhua, Zhao's Second Wife, knew that Luo Qiao was not her biological daughter, and now that her son, whom she had raised for fifteen years, had left with his biological parents, there were still six daughters to support at home, so she refused to recognize Luo Qiao firmly.

Just as Luo Qiao had figured out that she had not only transmigrated but also entered into a book, she heard a magnetic voice say, "Awake?"

Following the sound, Luo Qiao saw the curtain at the door being opened, and a man with a resolute and handsome appearance but an icy cold expression entered, his eyes deep and sharp, holding a pair of crutches.

Luo Qiao composed herself and asked hoarsely, "Who are you? Where is this?"

Lu Yichen looked at the little girl who still had no color on her face and didn't answer Luo Qiao's question, but instead said coldly, "Get up and drink your medicine."

Luo Qiao wanted to ask more, but when she met those cold eyes, she shut her mouth obediently, endured the dizziness, and sat up, taking the bowl and laboriously drank the medicinal soup.

After finishing, she handed back the bowl and even said, "Thank you."

The man on the ground said, "Lu Yichen, my name. Rest well." Then he left the room.

Luo Qiao was somewhat confused. What was the situation now?

In the novel, the Zhao Family had reluctantly accepted her due to the pressure from the commune leaders, treating her as a servant all along. But who was this man now? And where was she?

Luo Qiao saw the man just walk away, and she was quite angry, but since she was feeling very dizzy, she thought it would be better to wait until she felt better to inquire further. She fell into a groggy sleep again.

It seemed as if Luo Qiao had a dream, as if she had arrived at a small canyon. There the scenery was pleasant, with a waterfall pouring down from the mountain to form a creek. Outside the valley, there was a field about ten acres large, but it was empty.

Across the creek, the ground was lush with vegetation, and far away, there was a two-storied Bamboo Building.

Luo Qiao crossed over on the stone bridge above the creek, walked up to the Bamboo Building, and asked softly, "Is anyone there?"

But when no one responded after a long while, Luo Qiao, not daring to enter someone else's home without permission, continued along the path.

In front of the Bamboo Building, there was a flower garden about three acres in size, planted with common flowers like peonies, Chinese roses, crabapples, camellias, orchids, peonies, jasmine, and roses.

Further ahead was a large herb garden, where ginseng and Lingzhi mushrooms were both being cultivated — truly a wonder of the world. The medicinal herbs in the garden were indeed well-stocked.