The Ultimate Widow Mom: No Famine Refugee Clichés, Just Strength at Every Turn

[Ancient-to-ancient transmigration, raising children, slow pace, male lead appears a little later, the female lead is the same person] After Gu Xian was poisoned and killed by someone close to her, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar dynasty, fleeing famine as a widow with three children. The widow had a terrible reputation. She beat and berated her children, and did all manner of vile things. When Gu Xian arrived, the widow was about to sell one of her children: her little daughter, to a man with a perverse interest. Could she tolerate that? Absolutely not. She flatly refused, then gave the man a few punches! Looking at the three miserable children, Gu Xian felt the weight of the responsibility pressing down on her. Fortunately, some of her abilities from her previous life had come with her. Their flight from famine had only just begun, and she was sure raising children couldn’t be beyond her. It was just that, on the road to raising them, all sorts of annoying people and problems kept getting in the way! Gu Xian didn’t mind. What couldn’t be solved with a few punches? And if a few weren’t enough, she’d throw in a few more. Her fists were hard enough! But just as she’d punched her way to a smooth road and raised the children into healthy, rosy-cheeked little ones, a gentle, handsome man suddenly appeared, called her his wife, and told the children to call him Dad! “Oh, get out of here!” She didn’t even have a husband. What kind of lunatic was this? Oh, well, it turned out he really was her husband. He hadn’t died, and after returning to their hometown and finding them gone, he’d asked around and tracked them down. “Mother, look! The business is thriving, the children are all grown, and the weather’s getting cold. Isn’t there something missing in this house to keep the bed warm?” Gu Xian watched as the children pushed the refined man toward her. Her hand trembled as she took off her armor.