Reborn in the 1960s: I Farm, Hunt, and Support My Family with a Pocket Dimension

Chen Chen died.

On his way delivering food, an Audi sent him flying. When he opened his eyes again, he had become Chen Dazhuang, a poor man in 1960 who was so hungry he had to chew tree bark.

There were nine people in his family, all skin and bones from hunger, while his uncle's family ate steamed white-flour buns at every meal, all stolen from Chen's household.

His grandmother played favorites to a ridiculous degree, showing up every few days to haul away their grain. If they refused, she'd sit at the doorway and throw a tantrum. His eldest cousin knocked him out and dumped him in a ravine, while his second cousin stole his last bag of wild vegetable roots.

He couldn't go on living like this.

Luckily, Chen Chen had a secret: a spiritual spring dimension hidden inside him. Its ten mu of farmland ripened crops in a single day, his chickens started laying eggs after five days, and its spring water could cure every illness. While others were so hungry they chewed tree bark, he ate all the rice and white flour he wanted in his dimension.

And so, this young man who had delivered food in his past life began quietly making a fortune in an era of famine.

The workers at Hongxing Steelworks couldn't get enough to eat? He supplied them.

The women at Hongxing Textile Mill were too weak to work? He supplied them.

The state-run restaurant had run out of ingredients? He supplied them.

The police station, the supply and marketing cooperative, the transport fleet: they all came to him!

His uncle's family grew jealous and kept picking fights. Chen Chen didn't waste words. He let his fists do the talking. If he could win, he fought; if he couldn't, he called in help. Either way, he wouldn't take a loss.

Three years later, all his siblings had moved to the city and earned grain rations, while the whole village lined up to curry favor with him.

As his grandmother lay dying, she clutched his hand. “Dazhuang, Grandma was wrong.”

Chen Chen smiled. “Grandma, it's too late.”