Fleeing Famine with My Pocket Dimension, I Leave the Unfilial Kids and Grandkids in the Dust

[Fleeing famine + pocket dimension + hot-tempered old woman] The moment Gao Kexin opened her eyes, she had gone from a modern country villa to becoming a lonely old woman in an ancient rural village, on the verge of death and about to be married off by her “dutiful” son. Close her eyes and wait to die? Not a chance. The next moment, her modern detached villa, complete with an orchard on the hill behind it, had transmigrated right along with her! Fleeing famine? Well, she'd managed to snag another little advantage. It was worth giving it a try. Since Heaven had given her a way to survive, she was going to live well and teach those heartless “laughable” descendants a lesson while she was at it. Gao Kexin sat bolt upright, pretending to rise from the dead. The lazy, slippery eldest son: “If you stop working, I'll knock your head with my hammer!” The sly, greedy second son: Before he could even warm the coins he'd hidden, his mother dragged them out in front of everyone! The affected third daughter quietly put away her delicate pose and hurried to pour tea and serve water better than anyone else. “Mother, please calm down...” Even the usually favored youngest shrank into a corner, trembling. “Grandmother doesn't love me anymore...” Only the eldest daughter-in-law, who had always gone unnoticed and was constantly mistreated by her husband's family, wondered: After her mother-in-law faked her death, how had she become more considerate and dependable than her own mother?