[Pocket dimension + no romance + business management + some famine migration + building wealth + feel-good story + farming]
Content warning: The protagonist has a golden finger, a pocket dimension. She isn’t a saint and doesn’t like hardship.
She transmigrates into the body of a frail young farm girl in the mountains. When she wakes, her parents are gone, and she’s left with a younger brother who’s nearly grown, an extra mouth to feed.
She doesn’t want to stay in the village or farm the fields. She can’t survive another day without a latrine...
Taking her little brother and the puppy Ahuang, she flees the mountains in the middle of the night.
While others farm, I open shops. My scented tea, powdered tea, and iced milk desserts take Jiangnan by storm, while face cream, fragrant powder, and lipstick, the basic beauty trio, become all the rage across Dayu.
While others stockpile grain, I stockpile people. A lame embroiderer, a master ceramicist, a master carpenter... They all become my “technical directors.”
My little brother studies hard for the imperial exams, while I’m absorbed in farming, planting trees, and playing an ancient version of SimCity.
I earn money fast and spend it even faster. My motto is: I sleep in while the sun climbs high. Who’s an immortal? I am.
[Put simply, this is a feel-good story about a modern person who transmigrates to ancient times, works to make the environment more livable, and lies flat to enjoy a peaceful old age.]
[As for her younger brother, she’s only raising him on the side.]
