In the 1980S, My Spatial Farm Was Pretty Good

Qin Ning suffered in her previous life, but she won’t be weak again this time. She’ll take down her own father when he schemes against her, and cut down her own grandmother when she bullies her. Reborn in the 1970s, she needn’t worry about going hungry or thirsty: she has a pocket dimension. When she runs into all kinds of awful people, she needn’t fear a battle of wits: she has guts. She charges down the road to wealth, determined to become a rich and beautiful country girl. But after running into a handsome, scheming young man, she finds herself at a bit of a loss. Their first meeting. The handsome young man looked refined as he leaned in and spoke softly to her. Qin Ning couldn’t hear him. “You’re a grown man. Can’t you speak up?” Who knew he’d shout in front of everyone, “I like you!” “Letters Used to Be Slow, Roads and Horses Far Away, and You Loved Only One Person in Your Life” Handsome young man: “I really do like you.” Qin Ning: “I like myself too.” “If I write you a letter every day, you’ll get to know me better.” “I think I’d get to know the postman better that way.” “Tell me what you like, and I’ll buy it and send it to you.” “I like... buying land.” “What kind of land?” “The kind that makes you utterly devoted to me.” “...!” “May We Face the Sea, with Spring Blossoms” Handsome young man: “What’s your dream?” Qin Ning: “Does eating, waiting to die, and getting rich count?” “Is that all?” “That’s good enough. What about you?” “My dream is you.” “The Kitchen Smoke Is Rising, I’m Waiting at the Door. When We Grow Old, I’ll Wait for You in Our Next Life” Handsome young man: “People these days don’t know how to write letters anymore.” Qin Ning: “So? You’ve stopped writing letters too?” “I do write them. I wrote you one yesterday.” “Where?” “Check your beeper!” Qin Ning took out the trendy little gadget she’d just bought. “Wife, I love you.”