Reborn on a Cold Night, Stocking Up on Food with My Pocket Dimension

When the first faint blue crack appeared across the frozen surface of the Cold Pool, Liu Yanqiu knew that fate was quietly turning as well. At six years old, he crouched behind a haystack by the threshing ground and watched Clan Chief Liu Shouzhuo stand before the ancestral hall with a bamboo staff, loudly reciting the old rule: “Any woman who remains unmarried at fifteen shall be punished.” The wind swept up dust, ruffling the silver hair of his grandmother, Madam Liu Wang, and lifting the suffocating shackles that had been hidden for years.

**Hardship** hung over this village, hemmed in by mountains on three sides, like a poisonous fog. Soulbreak Valley had swallowed the last few wild vegetables. The Cold Pool reeked of rotting corpses, and even the hardiest cogongrass had withered to ash. Liu Yanqiu’s mother, Madam Zhou, secretly saved rice soup for Madam Zhang, only to bring turmoil to the household. His eldest brother, Liu Chengzhi, fell into an ice cave while trying to catch a fish, and his elder sister, Liu Chenghuan, had already been promised in a ghost marriage. In his previous life, he had watched all of this happen with his own eyes.

**A turning point** came in the form of a bronze light inside his sea of consciousness. The activation of the Myriad Things Compendium System let him see the riches sleeping beneath this land: veins of red iron ore, century-old tea trees, and medicinal herbs that stopped bleeding. He traded a wild ginseng root for five taels of silver, then used three drops of spiritual spring water to save his crippled second brother, Liu Chengli. As his portable space unfolded, the family no longer had to depend on others for food. Corn and potatoes grew side by side in the spirit fields, as if the earth were finally answering his deepest wish.

But **there is always a price**. Every exchange drained his understanding, and every gift concealed ripples of karmic consequence. When he used the System to foresee a storm and bring in the harvest early to avoid disaster, he awoke to find he had forgotten a song his mother used to sing on a summer afternoon. And the words “Make sure the whole family has enough to eat”