Vida Cotidiana de Cultivo e Criação de Filhos nas Montanhas na Antiguidade

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So hungry... Can one still feel hunger after death?
A fleeting thought passed through Sang Luo’s drifting mind. After some unknown length of time, the unbearable hunger that felt like her chest was pressed against her back finally roused her.
Moonlight, like silver frost, filtered into the room. She was groggy, her mind blank for a moment before recalling that she seemed to be dead? But the underworld didn’t look like this, did it?
Though it was night, the moonlight allowed her to clearly see that she was in a completely unfamiliar house.
She moved her fingertips slightly, taking stock of her body’s condition. Though weak, she felt no pain like in illness. Gathering some strength, she raised her hand to her chest; the skin was warm, her heart’s beat faint but real.
She was still alive?
As this thought crossed her mind, something else inexplicably surfaced in her head—a sudden, intense stabbing pain. Sang Luo doubled over, instinctively clutching her head. Memories belonging to another person intertwined and churned with her own. When she finally grasped these memories and realized she had transmigrated through time, cold sweat poured from her in waves of agony.
Supporting herself on the bed, she forced herself upright and, under the moonlight, examined the hut from the memories. Every detail matched perfectly.
She had transmigrated—into a dynasty called the Great Qian. The body she now inhabited once belonged to a fifteen-year-old girl also named Sang Luo, born to a commoner family. Due to floods in her hometown, h