I used to be a modern business professional, but overnight I transmigrated into the body of a shrewish old farmwife in ancient times. My family had nothing, my son was good for nothing, and creditors were at the door.
The original owner was infamous for her foul temper. Her family feared her, the neighbors despised her, and the household was in constant chaos.
Then I unexpectedly got a golden finger, along with modern business know-how and culinary skills.
I can improve the flavor of tofu pudding, devise business strategies, and build a brand.
While others sell tofu just to get by, I can open a chain of workshops and serve the whole city.
People who once avoided me now beg to do business with me, and my daughter-in-law stands tall as a manager.
From carrying goods on a shoulder pole at the village entrance to becoming the richest person around, I forged this prosperous future with my own hands.
