Su Qingyuan, a salty fish who made a living by writing about low-level villains' counterattacks on Wenqia, became the poor woman in her novel who was killed by four sons who climbed from local ruffians to villain bosses!
System: "Ding! Four leaders in the future black market have been detected. The host needs to correct them before they reach adulthood, otherwise they will starve to death on the streets!"
Su Qingyuan looked in front of her——
The boss was stealing steamed buns. When he saw her, he stuffed them into her arms: "Mom, it's hot. I haven't bitten it."
The second child fought with a wild dog. After winning the battle, he ran back with half a piece of cake in his mouth: "Mom, here you go, the dog is not as powerful as me."
The third child was writing a leaflet for the fortune teller. He raised his head and shouted: "Mom, I calculated that you should lie down today."
The fourth child was digging in the heap of medicine dregs, holding up grass roots and making milky sounds: "Mom, this can cure your cough, it's not poisonous~"
Su Qingyuan: "... Lie down, I just want to lie down and be raised in this ancient bottom!"
So the daily life of a poor woman in the city became——
"Shen Yuan, go set up a stall and sell your mother's handkerchiefs, and make money to buy meat."
"Mo Lie, guard the stall, and beat anyone who robs him."
"Mystery, find a way to get customers to pay more, but don't be tricked."
"Wushang, watch your brothers and don't get into trouble."
Zaizai: "Okay, Mom!"
Then——
The boss used his street smarts to become a small businessman and monopolized the entire street's embroidery business.
The second child became a nurse because of his fighting skills. He will beat anyone who dares to touch his mother.
The third child used fortune-telling skills to become "Little Zhuge", helping people solve their problems and making money to support his mother.
The fourth child learned from the dregs of medicine to become a little medical boy, specializing in treating various irregularities (and laxatives)
The system watched as Su Qingyuan went from wearing patchwork clothes to lying on a soft silk couch, from embroidering handkerchiefs to being too lazy to move her fingers, and issued a desperate alarm:
