A Couple Transmigrates to the 1950s: Using Our Pocket Dimension to Play Supporting Roles

“You’ve dreamed for seven nights straight that you’re eating corn buns in a mud-brick house? Lin Qingyao thought she was just exhausted from overtime, until a thunderclap in the storm-black night made her vision go dark. When she opened her eyes again, a skinny old man was chasing her with a broom, shouting, ‘You little burden! Tomorrow I’ll marry you off to that forty-year-old bachelor at the east end of the village in exchange for two oxen!’ Even more unbelievable, a streak of green light rose from the ragged bundle in her arms. Inside was a mysterious space where rice could grow in every season and a spirit spring could raise fish! The man squatting by the haystack suddenly looked up. It was her usually stern-faced husband, Shen Mochen. ‘Wife, I dreamed it too.’

It turned out they had transmigrated into a period novel and become the doomed minor characters who wouldn't survive three chapters.

But who could have guessed that this couple, trampled into the mud by her own father, would be smiling as they felt the spirit rice in their space? You want to trade us for oxen?

First, ask the land that grows golden rice if it'll agree!”