Reborn in 1983, I Get Rich with My Pocket Dimension

In my previous life, I worked myself to the bone for the Lin family. It wasn't until the day I died of exhaustion that I learned the truth: I wasn't even their biological child. The Lin family's real daughter had been switched at birth by my grandmother and given away, while I was traded into a marriage and sent to the neighboring village to be a child bride for a fool.

When I opened my eyes, it was the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in 1983. My grandmother was waving a broom and forcing me into the wedding sedan.

Fine. I was done being part of this family.

Hidden inside the battered copper bangle on my wrist was the two acres of fertile black soil my mother had left me. Outside, heavy snow blanketed the mountains, but my cucumbers were already flowering and growing prickles.

So don't blame me. I'd stockpile grain, raise rabbits, and open a general store. Anyone who had sucked me dry would pay it all back, with interest.

And that fiancé of mine, the poor soldier the whole village had mocked, would later stand in the snow in his crisp military uniform and say just one thing:

"You want to touch her? You'll have to get past me first."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.