I Have My Own Pocket Dimension in the Famine Years

Li Qiang woke up one morning to find himself a refugee in Hongqi Brigade in 1960.

Looking at the villagers, who were so hungry they were chewing tree bark,

he checked the ten-cubic-meter storage space that had come with his transmigration,

packed full of instant noodles and ham sausages.

Everyone said the outsider wouldn't survive the winter, but later...

The wheat he grew towered over people,

and even experts from the provincial capital knelt and begged him to teach a course!

“It's just a famine. I've stockpiled enough salt to pickle vegetables for ten whole villages!”

Li Qiang crouched beside his experimental field, watching the villagers scramble to help him hoe, quietly taking no credit for his achievements.

Until one day, the county officials inspected the granary and turned red-eyed:

“These yields don't make sense! Get Li Qiang to the agricultural academy, by force if you have to!”

On the surface: a mild-mannered young intellectual who just wants to farm

In reality: the famine's god of war, opening the granaries and feeding the people