As soon as Shen Qing opened her eyes, she panicked:

Can someone please tell her what to do now that she’s become the vicious mother-in-law she always cursed?

A mud hut with a thatched roof, patched-up clothes layered with more patches, every meal consisting of corn porridge with not a trace of meat or oil in sight.

On top of that, there were floods and an impending famine. No money, no food—how were they supposed to escape?

Immediate Priority: Stay alive!

Long-term Plan: Live well!

She had to put every family member to work and start making money as fast as possible!

Earn silver, buy pork, render lard, purchase cows, donkeys, fabric, oilcloth… Stock up, stock up, stock up!

As Shuiqing opened her eyes, she saw the dilapidated room, half a piece of darkened bread, and five children with malnutrition, their faces full of concern. Eldest sister-in-law sneered, “It’s just a small bump from Sanzhuo. He’s still a child. Why are you making a fuss over a child?”

“They sold the maid to their eldest brother to marry, ensuring the continuation of the fragrance of our old Fan family. That’s your daughter’s blessing,” said another biased mother-in-law.

“This bran is too wasteful to feed the chickens. Mix it in the porridge to supplement your daughter’s nutrition,” said the biased mother-in-law.

“Daughters eating at the table? Our old Fan family doesn’t have such rules!”

Shuiqing thought, Blessing? Do you want this blessing? Rules? Let’s split up! From now on, she’ll make the rules. She’ll protect her daughter herself, and no one can bully her daughter!

After splitting up, Ding! Uncontaminated shiitake mushrooms, 168 yuan per catty, sold? Rice, 2 yuan per catty, purchased? Shuiqing was glad she split from the family, not living with her mother-in-law and sister-in-law. Floods? Crop failures? She used the shopping system to stock up on meat, eggs, rice, and flour, watching her in-laws eat bran to supplement their health.