Transmigrated: My Son and I Will Survive This Drought!

Waking up to a snot-nosed toddler calling her 'Mama' was Nanzhi's first shock. The second? She was a transmigrated widow, dirt poor, and her adopted son hadn't eaten in three days. In a land ravaged by drought, her family's last meal was a distant memory, and village bullies circled like vultures, ready to pick clean the bones of a 'discarded' woman.