The People Flee a Famine, While My Warehouse Overflows with Supplies

Transmigration + pocket dimension + satisfying revenge + farming + infrastructure building + everyday life. Song Ning transmigrates to ancient times in the middle of a famine. Her family has barely enough to eat or wear, and a pack of awful relatives are waiting to laugh at her. When the wind blows the roof off in the middle of the night, Song Ning has had enough. “This is hilarious. I’ve got a pocket dimension. Who do they think they are, looking down on me?” Soon, the villagers notice that the eldest branch of the Song family had chicken stew yesterday, braised pork today, and will be moving into a new house tomorrow. While others eat husks, she eats meat. While others go hungry, she lounges in the shade. The relatives who once looked down on them come calling, the neighbors all become friendlier, and even the original owner’s sweetheart changes his mind. Song Ning: “Sorry, I’m busy making money. Do not disturb.” But can anyone tell her who that man behind her is, dressed like a brightly plumed rooster? (P.S. If you spot any typos, feel free to correct them and I’ll fix them (ง•̀_•́ง))