[Prophetic Dreams + Pocket Space + Stockpiling + Military Marriage + Sweet Romance in a Bygone Era + Whole Family's Triumph]
Su Qinghe transmigrated into the 1960s as a country girl whose parents had died when she was young.
While others chewed tree bark, she stayed calm. She had the same nightmare seven times in a row, and each time she woke, the jade pendant in her hand felt a little warmer. Then one day, the pendant fully awakened and opened up a pocket space. Spiritual spring water, medicinal herbs, chickens, ducks, livestock: it had everything she could ask for.
She quietly stockpiled goods, trading one batch for another, and built herself a more and more comfortable life.
She also had a childhood betrothal: Gu Yanzheng, the youngest battalion commander in the border defense forces. He was as cold as ice to the world, but as soft as cotton with her. After they married, they built a life together. He protected her, she pampered him, and their love came easily.
She thought they would simply live a peaceful, settled life. But why were there always people who thought they could take advantage of her?
Su Qinghe smiled. A pushover? In her previous life, she had run an automated farm. She might look soft and sweet, but she was wild at heart. Push her too far, and she could keep anyone firmly in check with a smile.
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On their wedding night, halfway through consummating the marriage
“Gah?”
Su Qinghe looked up. A big white goose's face was hovering five centimeters above her head.
Three seconds of frozen silence. The goose let out a loud honk.
Gu Yanzheng: ...
Su Qinghe: ...
Oh, I forgot to mention: my goose has a bit of a temper. And it only pecks people it doesn't like.
The AI article is written in a way that is not as good as the horse's mouth.