After My Divorce, I Got Rich Raising a Child with My Pocket Dimension

[No romance, strong female lead + portable space + farming and raising children + cutting off family ties and face-slapping + rise of a female entrepreneur] Xu Zhaoye opens her eyes to find herself a discarded wife, abandoned in the snow. The child in her arms is burning with fever and barely clinging to life. Her former in-laws are trying to seize her dowry, while her own parents are waiting with a sack to sell her to a sixty-year-old widower. Feudal rules demand that she kneel and accept her fate. She refuses to cry, make a scene, or defend herself. A spiritual spring in her space saves the child. Modern-day evidence proves the crimes. Official documents sever her family ties. Her former husband wants to save face? She makes him pay compensation and leaves him disgraced. Her birth family wants a bride price? She has them put in cangues and paraded through the streets, then cuts ties with them officially. Later, the whole county calls Xu Zhaoye ruthless. Meanwhile, she opens eateries, builds workshops, starts a grain business, establishes contracts for women workers, and opens a school for girls. One by one, she helps women who were divorced, sold, or dismissed as “useless” rise to positions as bookkeepers, shop managers, and supervisors. At a public trial, the old merchants’ guild denounces her: “Women doing business will upend the natural order!” Xu Zhaoye lays stacks of account books, grain contracts, proof of free status, and secret government granary ledgers on the table, then says coldly: “If the old rules won’t let us live, then from today on, I’ll be the one to make the rules.”