Reborn in the 1970s: I Raise Kids with My Pocket Dimension

[Famine] [Hunting] [X-Ray Vision] [Doting Dad] I was reborn on the night before my daughter froze to death.

1975, the coldest winter of the Great Famine.

In a crumbling earthen house, my daughter huddled beneath a black cotton quilt, her little hands red with cold. "Daddy, Yueyue's cold."

In my previous life, I went out to look for food. By the time I came back, she was already gone.

This time, I held her tight as tears fell onto her dry, yellow hair.

Then I discovered...

I could see through the snow and find prey buried three meters underground.

I had a pocket dimension that could hold every hope of survival.

When my cousin came to steal our meat, I broke his arm.

When the village chief came to investigate, I silenced him with half a pheasant.

A three-hundred-jin wild boar fell at my feet. I covered the bloodstains with snow and hid the meat in my pocket dimension.

When my daughter drank her first bowl of meat broth, her little face finally got some color back.

She asked, "Daddy, can Yueyue have meat again tomorrow?"

I stroked her head. "From now on, whatever you want to eat, Daddy will get it for you."

No matter how hard the snowstorm rages, this time I won't let her go hungry again.