I Transmigrated to the 1970S, Bringing a Pocket Dimension to Raise the Kids

Blood-red dreams of the future, a mysterious pocket dimension that appeared out of nowhere, and an unknown, mediocre painter who says, “Don't call me. I'm busy.” Busy doing what? Busy going broke. One day, Ruan Jing woke up as a widow whose husband had died, leaving her to raise his child. If you ask Ruan Jing how she feels about her situation now, Ruan Jing: Don't ask. I became a mom without the labor pains. Everyone says life in the 1970s was hard, but Ruan Jing thinks that, aside from a few annoying relatives, life is actually pretty cozy.