The Female Governor I Raised in a Wasteland Wants to Marry Me

Unable to take the 996 work schedule in the big city any longer, Tang Zheng returns to his village and awakens a golden finger: a portable storage space. What he never expected is that the space is shared with another person. The woman says that in her world, zombies and mutated beasts roam everywhere, and gold and luxury goods are worthless. The most precious things are food and water. The two of them trade supplies through the storage space. You treat gold like dirt? I’ve got five hundred and fifty yuan’s worth of gold right here.