[Alternate 1970s setting] + [spatial dimension] + [stockpiling] + [no romance]
In the eyes of the Jiang family, Jiang Ning's life was worth less than dirt. She could collapse from hunger in the fields without anyone giving her a second glance.
In her dream, she was sold for a hundred yuan to an old bachelor, and the broken kang was stained with blood.
When she opened her eyes again, she had found a mysterious wooden chest and made a pact with a sharp-tongued spirit inside a spatial dimension.
By day, she was a timid punching bag. At night, she practiced secret arts in her space.
Her parents didn't care about her?
Fine. She didn't need them anymore.
Her family planned to take the bride-price money she brought in?
Then she'd leave them empty-handed…
When she held the enormous fortune they had dreamed of in her hands, she laughed with delight:
"With this much money, I'd gladly give up family ties and keep it all for myself!"
…
Well, it doesn't look good. To be honest, oh, what's wrong with having a dad? I don't see the heroine's self-reliance, but I see her father's ability to take care of her, and he is there for everything.
Well, it doesn't look good. To be honest, oh, what's wrong with having a dad? I don't see the heroine's self-reliance, but I see her father's ability to take care of her, and he is there for everything.