The 80-Year-Old Widow Raised Twins and Became Rich by Setting up a Stall

On the first day of time travel, Su Wanqing knelt in front of her mother-in-law's door holding two burning children. The mother-in-law slammed the door: "Kefu's broom, don't dirty my door!" She wiped her tears and stood up. No money? She has a craft. No place to live? She has backbone. No one to help? She herself is heaven! A carrying pole, two iron pots, and a stall set up on the street. The first bowl of wontons came out of the pan - the whole street smelled of it. The first pot of sauced pork was uncovered - people lined up from the street to the end of the alley. The first store opened - making a lot of money every day, counting the money until the hands were weak. The mother-in-law who had kicked her out of the house was now kneeling at the door crying and begging: "Wan Qing, how can a family not recognize the same family..." She smiled. "When I knelt in front of your door, why didn't you say you were a family?" Everyone looked down upon her. "As a widow with a baby, that's how it will be in this life." "A divorced woman still wants to get over again?" Until the man took her hand in front of the whole factory—— Lu Zheng. Retired from the military area and became the director of a large state-owned factory. There are so many girls lining up to get married. He didn't look at anyone, only Su Wanqing. "I, Lu Zheng, will only recognize one person in my life." She stepped back: "I'm a widow with two children—" "Two are not enough, I want three more." Her eyes were red. But fate would not let her go. The moment she finally dared to stretch out her hand—— The husband who had been missing for three years came back alive. He stood in front of her, covered with wounds, and his voice was hoarse: "Wan Qing, I'll take you home." Go home? Which home? Three years ago, when she was kneeling in the rain holding her feverish child, where was her home?