Don’t Fear Famine: I Raise Kids with a System and Rise to the Top

Twenty-seven-year-old Jiang Xiaoman finally passed the civil service exam after three years of relentless studying. She was just about to celebrate when the champagne tower she'd set up toppled onto her and killed her on the spot.

She transmigrated into the mother of the male lead, a famous minister in a novel she'd read the night before. From the start, everything was falling apart: she lay in a dilapidated thatched hut, so sick she had only one breath left, with her three children crying beside her and her elder brother-in-law and his wife waiting outside to seize the house and fields once she died.

Later, Jiang Xiaoman discovered an interdimensional exchange hall. She took the children to gather medicinal mushrooms, sold herbs, and started earning money to buy property. Big houses, bought one after another; the children's schooling, money spent without a second thought.

Her children excelled: her eldest son became the top scholar at eighteen, her second son became the richest man in the capital, and her youngest daughter became a world-renowned chef.

Best of all, the children are so filial that they all compete to support her. She can just lie flat, lie flat, and lie flat some more.