Frozen to Death on New Year's Eve, the Old Woman Is Reborn in the 1970s

[Alternate History] + [Military Marriage] + [Pocket Dimension] + [Farming] + [Family Life] + [Light Infrastructure Building]

In her previous life, Shen Chunxia was rejected in turn by her four sons in her old age, and eventually froze to death beneath the great banyan tree at the village entrance.

“I devoted myself to my sons, hoping they’d give me a bite to eat.”

“I gave my daughters a bite to eat, hoping they’d devote themselves to me.”

After dying a miserable death, the deeply biased and hypocritical Mrs. Shen opened her eyes to find herself back at the moment her soldier husband had just died for his country.

Given another chance at life, Mrs. Shen declared, “I want this, and I want that too!”

Her eldest daughter, Jin Ling, had just been driven back to her parents’ home. Her three sons threatened to split up the family unless Mrs. Shen sent her back.

Mrs. Shen laughed. Her husband’s compensation was hers, the house was hers, and every paycheck he had sent home over the years belonged to her too.

She slammed down the ledger and slapped the land deed onto the table. “We can split up, but pay back what you owe first!”

“If you can’t, go find a crooked tree and hang yourself to repay me for raising you!”

Her younger daughter had been neglected and would grow up to be a delinquent girl who ran away with a blond-haired punk.

So Mrs. Shen would spoil her from childhood onward, and raise her for the rest of her life even if she never married!

Her soldier husband may have died, but he had left her a family heirloom bracelet with a pocket dimension inside!

Shen Chunxia said, “Wonderful, wonderful. My farming instincts have awakened!”

Armed with miraculous spring water and her pocket dimension, Shen Chunxia turned Xiangyang Production Brigade into a prosperous village famous throughout the surrounding countryside.

As for her ungrateful sons, she kicked out the rotten ones and figured the fools could still be fixed up and put to use.

Years later, as Shen Chunxia gazed at Xiangyang Village, which had grown to resemble the world inside her pocket dimension more and more, she spoke to the man who had taken her hand in her dream.

“Death isn’t the end. Being forgotten is.”

“And I could never forget you.”