She transmigrated into a period novel as the fussy little sister-in-law everyone hated, and her three sisters-in-law could hardly wait to devour her alive.
Zhao Baozhu surveyed the tense, strictly hierarchical farming household and smiled. “This is nothing. It's much simpler than the back rooms of the Great Zhou.”
She stopped snatching eggs from her sisters-in-law. Instead, she used the ways of the nobility, “bestowing” the rare pastries her eldest brother had brought home on the most capable second sister-in-law.
She stopped nitpicking about everything around the house and instead said sweetly to her mother, “Mother, you're so good at managing the household. I've learned a little from you. May I share it with my sisters-in-law?”
Before long, the Zhao family had become the most harmonious and prosperous household in the village.
Her three sisters-in-law competed to make her new clothes, and her formidable mother-in-law slipped the gold bracelet she'd kept at the bottom of her trunk onto Zhao Baozhu's wrist. “My Baozhu has finally grown up.”
