Taking a Pocket Dimension to the 1960s: Raising Kids on the Run and Breaking Into the Military District

[Pocket dimension, 1960s, fleeing famine, adorable kids, medicine and farming, golden finger wish fulfillment, searching for her husband]

“Third Brother is dead. Let's sell these five burdens to the mountain folk and get some food!”

An apocalyptic superpowered powerhouse opens her eyes to find herself transmigrated into the 1960s as a downtrodden military wife who's been thrown out with nothing.

Her husband has “died in the line of duty” from the start, and her wicked mother-in-law has not only seized the compensation money, but wants to sell her five children too?

She gives a cold laugh, flips over the family's rotten old dinner table, punches her vicious mother-in-law, and kicks the human traffickers!

The road to escape famine is littered with corpses?

No need to panic. She has a pocket dimension holding trillions in supplies in one hand, wood-, fire-, and earth-based powers in the other, plus peerless medical skills.

While others dig wild greens and chew tree bark, she feeds her five kids meat at every meal. While others are displaced, she powers her way to success, turning the scrawny, pitiful children into plump, powerful figures.

She travels a thousand miles to the military district to find her husband, and everyone waits to laugh at the widow with five kids.

But the cold-faced deputy division commander, rumored to have been dead and buried for ages, appears in all his imposing glory and corners her against the wall, his eyes red. “Wife, I heard you've been telling everyone I'm dead?”