Divorced and Disgraced, I Use a Spirit Spring to Rise to Noblewoman Status with My Child

[Transmigration + spiritual spring space + raising kids + farming + marriage first, love later + stockpiling grain during famine]

“We never held a wedding, and there’s no marriage contract. What grounds do you have to divorce me?”

Wang Jinxiu, who had once risked her life for half a bottle of water during the apocalypse, opened her eyes to find herself an eight-year-old child bride bought by the Lu family. Her scholar husband had climbed the social ladder and now wanted to kick her and her two adopted daughters out with nothing but a worthless divorce letter.

She slapped the letter down on the table. “My indenture, eight years of wages, and our food rations. I want every last bit!”

As soon as the Lu family coughed up what they owed, her own mother shut the door in her face, then turned around and tried to take their food. Wang Jinxiu publicly severed ties with her and set off with the two skinny children. When Yinbao fainted from thirst, Wang Jinxiu awakened a spiritual spring space. Unfortunately, it was a “baby-level golden finger,” with only one ladle of water a day.

Fine. One ladle could still save a life.

On the road, she came across Xie An, a discharged soldier whose old injuries had flared up. She got straight to the point: “Need a wife? I’ll save you, and you give the three of us a place to belong.”

She thought they would simply join forces, but after arriving at the Xie home, she found her mother-in-law grabbing their food, her sisters-in-law grabbing their shoes, and even pushing the children until their hands were covered in blood.

Wang Jinxiu rolled up her sleeves. If they wouldn’t listen to reason, she’d try a different approach.

She protected the children and beat down the troublemakers. Xie An, dragging his injured leg, stood up for her. “This is my wife and my daughter.”

They split from the family, moved into an ancestral home, grew vegetables, made candied apricots, and saved silver to treat his leg. Others laughed that their family of invalids, old and young, would starve to death sooner or later. Wang Jinxiu, however, watched the fields gradually crack and carried sack after sack of grain home.

Disaster was coming.

She didn’t ask for great wealth or status. She only wanted a door that could be shut and a pot with food in it. Not one person she had taken in would be left behind.