The 1970s: My Whole Family Knows How to Make Trouble and Make Money

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[Soul Transmigration + Black-Hearted Brat + No Morals + Food Hoarder + Powerful Spatial Cheat + No Romance + Lighthearted Power Fantasy!]

A black-hearted little demon king who slaughtered her way through a zombie nest in the apocalypse opens her eyes to find herself in the body of a pitiful three-year-old in a period novel, abandoned by her educated-youth mother.

Her father is honest and simple, her grandmother is biased and mean, and her uncle and aunt are sharp-tongued schemers.

The original girl cried and clung to their legs, begging them to stay, then banged her head against the threshold and died.

When she opens her eyes again, the little dumpling feels the back of her head and her eyes gleam frighteningly bright.

Her space is filled with glittering gold, and her freakish strength makes her unbeatable.

Her educated-youth mother wants to return to the city?

Fine, but she has to leave the money behind!

She and her dad work hard but barely get to eat. How is that fair? Other people can be her workhorses, but she won't be anyone's cash cow.

Kicked out of the family with nowhere to live? Then she'll move into the educated-youth compound.

No electricity in the compound? Then she'll go steal some, ahem! Borrow a little electricity.

Someone even steals the big pot she bought? That's shameless! No one gets to take things from her, the little demon king.

The villagers: “What a poor child!”

Her seemingly honest father: “I'll make sure my daughter has a good life!”

The little demon king, having just finished a braised pig's trotter: “That's right, poor baby! I'll just go up the mountain and dig up some wild greens to eat!”

Later, her honest father says, “Daughter, whether your dad gets to enjoy three barbecue meals a day is all up to you!”

Years later, her educated-youth mother returns in finery with her delicate daughter, hoping to claim them as family.

The little demon king holds a gold bar and gives her a sidelong glance. “Who are you? Don't think you can cozy up to me just because I'm rich now. Get in line first!”