[Period Setting / Mother-Daughter Duo / Lighthearted Daily Life / Minor Clashes with Nasty Relatives / Building a Business / Spirit Spring Space / Supplies]
One moment, Jiang Fanxing was a corporate wage slave. The next, she had transmigrated to a small mountain village in the late 1970s.
The newlywed wife had to serve her entire in-law family, work year-round without pay, and put up with her husband's beatings now and then.
Her life was even worse than being a corporate wage slave.
There was no way she could go on like this!
Jiang Fanxing knocked out her husband's original owner, punched her father-in-law, and kicked her mother-in-law. Her fighting power was off the charts.
She turned the whole household upside down. With no other options, her mother-in-law wept, called her a bringer of bad luck, and begged her to leave.
She'd thought she would never see her mother again, but then her mom arrived, bundled up along with the family supermarket.
Jiang Fanxing, a devoted mama's girl with supplies worth tens of billions: Well, that's all right then.
With Mom here, everything will be fine.
And Mom even has a spirit spring space!
Isn't that basically a cheat?
Let's make lots of money and buy a mansion! Buy a skyscraper!
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When Jiang Yun opened her eyes, she thought the sky was about to fall. She'd not only transmigrated into a peasant woman in the back of beyond, but also had three burdens hanging off her.
As if being burdens weren't enough, one was mute, one was deaf, and one was disabled.
What a disastrous start. It couldn't get much worse.
Luckily, she had a space and a spirit spring, and could make money too. Jiang Yun: Honey, your mom's got strong legs and could use a little extra weight. Hurry over and cling to me!
While everyone else was struggling to survive, the mother and daughter built their business and made money, eating meat and wearing new clothes.
Their days were lively, their purses stuffed with cash,
and they made money and put nasty relatives in their place, all while enjoying the gossip and watching the drama unfold.
Transmigrated to the 1970s with a Pocket Space: The Rough-Hewn Educated Youth Spoils Me
Transmigrating to the Famine Years of the 1960s? Don't Panic, I Have a Treasure Basin
Everyday Life of a Military Wife Raising Kids in the 1950s
Transmigrating to the 1970s as a Charming Army Wife, I Make the Soldiers’ Hearts Skip a Beat
Back to the 1980s with a Warehouse, Working Hard to Get Rich