I Transmigrated into a Dirt-Poor Farm Girl, but I Have a Space, So What Am I Afraid Of?

Transmigrated into the body of a country girl, she finds a family with nothing but four bare walls and barely enough to eat. Her father is weak, her mother timid, and her younger siblings are little, so there is no shortage of trouble from the family's awful relatives during the famine. The whole family sighs and wonders how they can possibly survive! No worries, with my storage space, what do I have to fear? First, a few steamed buns made from fine flour, then a few basins of crawfish. If we're sick, we have medicine; if we're cold, we have clothes. Happiness is simple.