One moment she was transmigrating, the next she was living in a bare-bones house. The windows let in the wind, the roof let in the rain, and the family of four was made up of the old, the weak, and the sick. Shen Biyan sighed. Fine, she'd roll up her sleeves and do it herself! Her awful relatives were unbearably vicious, selling children for profit and seizing land. Her husband's family called off the engagement and spun one conniving scheme after another. Shen Biyan sighed again. Fine, just wait while I deal with every last one of you! Being dirt poor was no problem. She had plenty of tricks to make a fortune. With the Marquis in her hands, the world was hers.
Keep up the good work! Everything is for the benefit of the people.