Only Three and a Half, Yet a Little Demon! Farming in Her Pocket Dimension to Support Her Family

She transmigrates into the least welcome burden in a rural family in ancient times: three and a half years old, with a father who doesn't love her and a stepmother who can hardly wait for her to die.

On the day the family splits up, her scummy father dumps her and her blind grandmother in a dilapidated, leaky shack, gives them three mu of barren land and two bags of coarse rice, then claims he's "done all he can."

Her stepmother grins from ear to ear, while her half-brother spits at her. "You little wildling, just wait until you starve to death!"

The little imp blinks, then snaps, "Remember you said that."

What nobody else knows is that she has a magical space.

Watering the fruit and vegetables with its spirit spring makes them ripen overnight. A hundred mu of fertile fields yield harvests all year round, and rare medicinal herbs bloom everywhere.

Barren land turns into a granary, and a broken shack becomes a grand house. The whole village is stunned.

"How does this three-year-old make everything she plants thrive?"

The county magistrate personally comes to ask for seeds, wealthy townsfolk line up to bring her silver, and even the imperial palace has heard of her.

And what about her scummy father? His wife squanders the family fortune, his son gets into trouble, and the whole family is so poor they can't afford to eat.

Her father kneels at the gate and cries, "Daughter, I was wrong. Come home!"

The three-and-a-half-year-old little imp hugs a giant pumpkin and snaps, "Too late."