After the Divorce, I Made a Fortune with My Eight Daughters

In her previous life, Shen Qingyao married into the Qin family and spent twelve years giving birth to eight daughters. Her mother-in-law cursed her as a “mother of money-losing daughters,” her husband treated her like she wasn’t there, and her sisters-in-law skimped on her food. In the end, on a bitterly cold winter night as snow fell thickly, she took her eight daughters into the mountains to forage for wild greens. They fell into a trap, and she used her body to shield her daughters. All nine of them froze to death in the snow. Reborn on the day she gave birth to her eighth daughter, Shen Qingyao heard her mother-in-law say, “Another money-losing girl. Throw her away.” Her gaze turned ice-cold. “There’s no need to throw her away. I’m taking her with me. All eight of my daughters are coming. Not one will be left behind.” “This marriage is over. I, Shen Qingyao, am divorcing you.” Everyone waited to see her make a fool of herself. How long could a woman who had just given birth survive with eight worthless daughters in tow? But they didn’t know that reborn Shen Qingyao had awakened a spiritual spring dimension. Inside were ten mu of spiritual farmland and a spiritual spring. Whatever she planted grew, and the spring water could cure every illness. Starting out in a shabby cave dwelling, Shen Qingyao relied on the dimension to grow spiritual rice, raise spiritual chickens, and prepare medicinal herbs. She led her eight daughters step by step out of the mud. Her eldest daughter was good with numbers, her second was gifted at embroidery, her third was born with superhuman strength, and her fourth never forgot anything she saw… All eight daughters were treasures. By the time Shen Qingyao owned a thousand mu of fertile land and countless shops, and had been granted the title of First-Rank Lady, the members of the Qin family who had once looked down on her were all kneeling at her door. “Qingyao, I was wrong. Please come back…” Holding her youngest daughter, Shen Qingyao smiled faintly. “Go back? The Qin family’s doorstep isn’t worthy of my daughters’ embroidered shoes.”