My Husband and I Stockpile Supplies Before Our Family Is Seized and Exiled

New novels, The Second-Generation Transmigrator's Little Days in the 1970s and The Kitchen Maid's Diary of the Divine Court, are waiting for your support.

Blurb: Qin Wu died and stumbled into the underworld in a daze. At the Bridge of the River of Forgetfulness, she met a lovesick ghost. That unlucky pest caused her to be reborn before she could even drink Granny Meng's soup. Her new life was a complete mess, and her husband was spectacularly unreliable. On the day the entire capital was put under martial law, he dragged her into a storehouse, pointed at mountains of gold and silver, bolts of cloth, and lengths of silk, then waved his hand. "Wife, take it all."

Qin Wu stared at him in shock. "How the hell do you know I have a golden finger?"

He grumbled inwardly, Of course I knew in my previous life. But aloud, he feigned surprise and put a hand to her forehead. "Are you all right, my dear? Such a huge secret, of course you told your husband yourself!"

Qin Wu, who had no memories of the body's original owner, was just as baffled. And so, led by her unreliable husband, she toured the duke's estate, emptying the storeroom, then the granary, then the library, then the kitchen. He was so shameless he even took the private stash his own father had hidden in a corner of his study for years! At the end, he clapped his hands and actually set their estate on fire, claiming he was cleaning up the battlefield for her grand raid.

That wasn't all. In the middle of the night, he took her out to prowl the capital under martial law. When they found an old couple huddled together and trembling in bed, he tossed them a stack of banknotes and emptied the storeroom of their medical clinic.

Looking at her ever-expanding pocket dimension, Qin Wu thought... this was beyond ridiculous!

Xie Zhen grinned roguishly. To avoid ending up lonely and alone like he had in his previous life, he had decided unilaterally that anyone who tried to stop him from spoiling his wife rotten would be left wishing for death.

Also known as My Husband Has Many Secret Identities and Farming Life During the Years of Exile

Please add my upcoming 1970s-era novel to your collection: The Second-Generation Transmigrator's Little Days in the 1970s

Synopsis: Li Xing was born to a woman who had transmigrated, and she made it through three years of famine before sending her transmigrated mother back home. Armed with the pocket dimension her martyr mother had stocked with supplies in advance, and receiving a monthly allowance of twenty yuan for a martyr's family, she waved goodbye to her scumbag father and stepmother, who had suddenly shown up. Before the great upheaval began, she rolled up her little bundle and set off.

Goodbye, scumbag dad. Send me money, scumbag dad. I'm going back to the countryside to farm.

You can make a living anywhere. With the food coupons and grain her scumbag dad painfully contributed each month, no one would stop her from lying flat this time around.

The Kitchen Maid's Diary of the Divine Court, Ancient to Modern

Synopsis: When Aman woke up, the world had changed. She found herself in a magical place where even the house floated in the sky.

Before she could worry about how to use the toilet up there, Aman first had to figure out what to wear. Trembling, she rummaged through a strange cabinet and found lots of beautiful, colorful fabric (a four-piece bedding set). After painstakingly sewing a dress and putting it on, she was amazed to find that the door she hadn't been able to open before was now unlocked. A handsome man came in, stared at her outfit in shock, and chased after her calling her "wife." Her indulgent husband even let her act up all she wanted.

Oh, my goodness! Not only had she ended up in another world, she'd gotten a new husband too?

This is a happy coming-of-age story about an ancient kitchen wife trying to make a life in the modern world, stumbling into one ridiculous and hilarious situation after another.

Theme: Even amid chaos, an ordinary, peaceful life can still be a happy one