Exiled by Famine, I Rely on Space to Stock up on Goods to Support the God of War and His Family

Reborn in the Famine Penalty in the North, my scumbag stepmother wants to sell me for food stamps? Laughing to death! My space is filled with tens of thousands of tons of food and magical weapons, and I will let the jackals pay with their blood! Encountering the God of War husband on the verge of death, three cute treasures chewing snow, wearing black gold armor and carrying a knife to protect the cubs: Mom has space, take care of it! I made medicine to save my husband, tamed a wolf to build a warehouse, held a baby in one hand and killed a thief with the other, the God of War loved me to the core, and the place of exile turned into a paradise!