Tong Huaqiong transmigrated to ancient times into the body of the malicious widow Tong Dajiao and witnessed the execution scene where the malicious widow and her children were wiped out. She returned to the year Tong Dajiao had just become a widow.

At the age of forty, she was already a grandmother, embodying the roles of both a wicked stepmother and mother-in-law. Naturally, the children she raised were bad bamboo shoots.

The only slight comfort she felt was that, as a widow, she didn't have to serve an old husband.

In this transmigration story, she lacked all the golden fingers like systems or noble birth.

She didn't even have the chance to rise through marriage. Who could a widow marry? Especially with a bunch of burdens.

She could only rely on herself and her bunch of bad bamboos at home.

Revitalize the family reputation, correct the children's behavior.

Treat stepchildren, daughters-in-law, and granddaughters kindly, dismiss the plan of her youngest son to sell his granddaughter to a wealthy family in exchange for tuition fees, force the youngest son to strive through education on his own, use a stick to awaken the second son from being lazy and spoiled to becoming the family's backbone, and rid the youngest daughter of laziness, greed, and love-brain.

Reclaim wasteland and plant crops using modern scientific knowledge, turning saline-alkali land into fertile fields, leading the whole family towards a moderately prosperous life; start a business from street vending, selling steamed buns, pastries, marinated dishes, raising pigs, beekeeping... gradually expanding their commercial territory.

On an autumn morning, the ground was covered with a thick layer of frost.


Tong Huaqiong got up a bit early, standing under the thin sunlight, unaffected by the bleak autumn wind.


Her weaving workshop was finally about to officially open.


At this moment, a piercing cry came from the village road.


Tong Huaqiong glanced outside; it was Aunt Luo. Tong Huaqiong smiled; only Chun Wang could make Aunt Luo cry like that.


Early risers in the village heard Aunt Luo's cries and rushed over to watch the commotion.


"Aunt Luo, what's wrong? Why are you crying so sadly?" someone asked.


Aunt Luo was holding a piece of paper, patting her thigh, and said, "Unbelievable, my Chun Wang has joined the army."


Dasheng had been peaceful for years, except for occasional border conflicts, the concept of war and enlisting was vague to the villagers, so suddenly hearing Chun Wang joined the army baffled them.


Chapter 577 - Chapter 577: He Really Went Through with It