Reborn: I Turned the Tables by Farming with My Pocket Dimension

Farming + making a fortune + reborn + pocket dimension + alternate setting. (The romance will probably come later. There won't be any princes or young noble lords; the heroine will be the strong, dominant one, while the hero will simply be her capable, supportive partner.) In my previous life, my second aunt sold me to a widower for two taels of silver. I died on a snowy day. Reborn, the first thing I did was split from the family. With a pocket dimension at my disposal, I watered the fields with spirit spring water and watched the seedlings shoot up overnight. I grew spirit rice, sold jade melons, raised spirit chickens, and turned a single hoe into a fortune of ten thousand taels. Some people said I grew vegetables like I was performing magic, and that eating too much spirit rice would cause trouble. I laid the vegetables out before them and let them watch me eat, watch me sell, and watch me buy up the land one plot at a time, all the way to the capital. Later, the people who had once trampled on me knelt on the field ridges and begged for my forgiveness. I crouched in the field, pulling weeds, and didn't even look back: “Sorry, but in this life, I only grow food for the people I care about.”