Chapter 1: Traveling Through Time with a Farm Space

[Warning: Aside from the female lead, there is one person who has been reborn and another who has transmigrated. However, the focus is clear, and their roles are minor, only serving to advance the plot. I wasn’t sure if I needed to clarify this. With over half a million words, I’ve noticed many people giving this one star because of this setting, and honestly… If you mind, don’t go on. It’s annoying for you to read and for me as well.]

Bang, bang, bang—

A series of urgent knocks shattered the silence. Lin Jingyue, still deep in the haze of sleep, furrowed her brows, her features twisted in annoyance at being disturbed.

Pulling the quilt over her head, she was just about to drift off again when the knocking resumed, this time accompanied by a voice. “Jingyue, Lin Jingyue, wake up! Open the door!”

The person outside seemed determined not to leave until the door was opened.

The clamor made it impossible for Lin Jingyue to sleep. With a huff, she sat up sharply, ready to unleash a string of curses. But at the last moment, her words twisted into a muttered expletive.

She remembered—she had transmigrated!

She had once been a rich, idle beauty in the twenty-first century, so wealthy that she could spend for generations without running out. Her parents’ marriage was a business arrangement; after their elders passed away, they divorced swiftly and built new families of their own. And so, Lin Jingyue became the “little pitiful” that nobody wanted.

In the end, she lived alone. Her parents did nothing more than send her living expenses and handed over the inheritance from both sets of grandparents in advance.

After graduating from university, Lin Jingyue simply let herself go. She had no ambitions, content to idle her days away—watching dramas, reading novels, shopping, and occasionally donating to charity out of boredom.

It was during one of these dull stretches that she went to her family’s farm in the suburbs for a bit of fun. Who would have guessed she’d be so unlucky? She slipped, fell into a field headfirst, and when she woke up, she was Lin Jingyue of the 1970s.

“Lin Jingyue, if you don’t open the door, I’ll break in myself!” The voice outside threatened, but lacked conviction.

It was clear the person didn’t dare follow through.

Lin Jingyue rolled her eyes, pausing her thoughts. She raked a hand through her hair and got up to open the door.

As soon as she did, she was met with a pair of furious eyes. Lin Jingyue drawled lazily, “What is it? Disturbing someone’s sleep at the crack of dawn.”

“Crack of dawn?!” the man glared.

Lin Jingyue glanced at the sunlight pouring through the window.

“If you have something to say, say it.”

“What’s with your attitude? I am your father, after all!” The man ground out, clearly restraining the urge to slap her.

But he didn’t dare. This girl was like a firecracker—touch her and she’d explode, making sure the whole world heard about it.

“If you weren’t my father, you wouldn’t be standing here right now,” Lin Jingyue replied, her tone layered with meaning.

This was the original host’s father, but she had him well under control.

The original Lin Jingyue had relied on her strength to rule the household. Anyone who dared cross her would be met with her fists—every member of the family had been on the receiving end.

Lin Jingyue now possessed all the memories of the original. She couldn’t blame her predecessor.

She’d lost her mother at a young age. Her maternal family ignored her, and her father wasn’t any better—barely three months after her mother’s death, he rushed to bring a new woman into the house.

That woman came with two children—a pair of twins. Outsiders didn’t know, but Lin Jingyue was well aware: they were her father’s own.

Once they became a family, the already unwanted Lin Jingyue became the resident “little pitiful”—someone everyone could trample on.

At first, she didn’t dare resist. But after being pinned down and beaten by the twins for two hours, then locked on the balcony and starved for three days, she finally understood: better to live miserably than die. From then on, anyone who hurt her would get it back twofold.

From then on, chaos reigned in the Lin household.

At first, she still suffered losses—both sides battered and bruised. But as she grew older and stronger, not even the combined force of the whole family could stand against her.

Beaten into submission, they learned to keep their heads down.

Her father glanced at Lin Jingyue's ever-shifting expression. “You went too far this time, pushing Rou Rou into the river—she nearly died! She’s still in the hospital. My salary hasn’t come in yet. Give me some money; the hospital’s still short.”

He spat it all out in one breath, eyes fixed on Lin Jingyue.

She let out a mocking laugh. “I don’t have any money. Find someone else.”

With that, she slammed the door in his face.

Her father, nearly hit by the door, could only curse under his breath as he left.

Did he think she’d believe there was no money at home?

Sitting on her bed, Lin Jingyue sneered. Yesterday, both she and Lin Xinrou had fallen into the river. She hadn’t been pushed—Lin Xinrou had deliberately yanked her in when she jumped.

Lin Xinrou could swim, so she had nothing to fear.

The original Lin Jingyue couldn’t swim at all and nearly drowned. Luckily, she transmigrated in time and, using all her strength, managed to crawl out of the river.

She hadn’t bothered with Lin Xinrou; she went home, drank a bowl of ginger soup, and slept until now.

Massaging her forehead, Lin Jingyue sighed.

How was she going to survive in this era of scarcity, when she was used to such a comfortable life?

After lying in bed for a while, she resigned herself and got up, planning to find something to eat. But in the next instant, the world spun, and she vanished from her room.

Finding herself in an unfamiliar place, Lin Jingyue’s eyes widened as realization dawned.

Damn, the gods didn’t trick me—I have a space of my own!

Excited, she looked around.

Wait, this place felt so familiar—wasn’t this the warehouse from her family’s farm?

She hurried to push open the warehouse doors. Sure enough, it was her family’s storeroom.

It was still packed to the brim with grain.

This farm was her private property. It grew not only rice and wheat, but also a variety of fruits and livestock—pigs, sheep, cattle, chickens, and so on. The warehouse was filled with freshly harvested rice and wheat, all de-husked. The wheat was even ground into flour.

There were about eighty thousand catties of rice, and nearly as much wheat.

The farm wasn’t huge—just eighty acres. This was about the yield from a single harvest.

Lin Jingyue went to check the orchards and livestock areas. They were all there. She excitedly patrolled her domain.

But unlike the farm, the land inside her space had shrunk—just two acres in front of the warehouse.

Nothing was planted yet, but there was a well nearby. Thinking of the spiritual springs she’d read about in novels, Lin Jingyue hurried over.

The moment she reached the well, the properties of the water flashed through her mind. It wasn’t some miraculous spring that could bring people back from the dead or cleanse their meridians, but drinking it long-term would strengthen the body and beautify the skin.

Better than nothing—one should be content. Satisfied, Lin Jingyue left the space.

She opened the door, washed her face, and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

The cupboard was locked, but she didn’t mind. With a casual tug, she ripped the lock right off.

Being strong was truly amazing!

There wasn’t much inside—clearly they were guarding against just this trick: two catties of flour, two catties of rice, no meat, five eggs, and some condiments.

Lin Jingyue didn’t complain. She quickly made herself a bowl of flour drop soup, cracking in two eggs.

Just before taking it off the stove, she added a few drops of sesame oil. The aroma instantly filled the kitchen.

With the bowl in hand, Lin Jingyue ate with satisfaction.

She had just finished when she heard someone approaching.

This apartment was factory-allocated—two bedrooms, one living room, in a communal building with paper-thin walls.

[First time posting on Tomato, I’m a bit nervous and hope for your support. The female lead I write won’t be oppressed, nor will the male lead. Both are strong—life is hard enough, so novels should be relaxing, and this will be a feel-good story above all. I’ll try to keep things logical, but I’m just a mediocre author, so I can’t guarantee perfection, hahaha. Also, the female lead can only be counted on for basic morality—if you expect her to have a saintly conscience, that’s not happening. If you don’t like the story, I welcome thoughtful suggestions, but if you’re just here to flame, please spare me. There are so many books out there, I’m sure you’ll find one you love. That’s all for now, just a few words—welcome, everyone!]