The Convict Qiuniang Is Filthy Rich

No pocket dimension, no special powers. Just one step at a time. If I had to be transmigrated, why did I have to end up as a convict, with an empty house and no golden finger? I'd have to figure things out myself. No powerful backer? I'd dig one up myself. The mountains were full of them, after all. Step by step, I went from scraping by to making a fortune. Just when life finally seemed to be looking up, I was conscripted. I disguised myself as a man and joined the army. I wasn't after riches or a high-ranking post, but somehow I ended up with a job raising pigs and cattle and farming. Life was hard, but having a loving father could be a sweet burden. I had a handsome older brother, too, but he was a stumbling block to my love life. I found a man, but our statuses didn't match. No problem, I didn't want him anymore. I deceived the emperor? No problem, I'll hand over my family fortune to the state. Look at that, her own son couldn't manage himself, and now he's shamelessly insisting on following me.