Transmigrating to Ancient Times: The Daily Life of Raising Kids

“You've got to be kidding me. Transmigrating would be bad enough, but I land in ancient times where there's never enough to eat? I can live without a protagonist's halo, but why do I have a husband who can't lift a finger? I could put up with having a husband, but why did I get a son who's chronically malnourished and looks like a little bean sprout?” Liu Huanzhu, however, had a good attitude. “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”

What? The previous owner of this body starved to death? And her mother-in-law starved to death too? And now she has to do laundry to earn money to put her husband through school? Looking at her well-fed, plump husband, who had spent five years studying day and night without even passing the entry-level imperial exam, Liu Huanzhu raised the willow switch in her hand. “If I don't beat some sense into you today, I'll take your surname.”