In her previous life, she was recognized as the "Madonna" by the whole brigade and the "free nanny" in the eyes of her children. Her husband died young, so she sold blood to help her eldest son go to college, sold her kidneys to help her second son get a wife, and worked hard to help her younger daughter take root in the county. The result? The eldest son thought she was rustic and wouldn't let her in during the Chinese New Year; the second son took over the property and drove her to live in a pig pen; the younger daughter thought she had bad breath and even gave her hot soup. On New Year's Eve, the door was closed due to heavy snowfall, and she froze to death in the drafty woodshed. Her body was half eaten by wild dogs before she was discovered. Before she died, she heard her eldest daughter-in-law say with a smile: "The old man is finally gone. That shabby house can be sold for two thousand yuan more!" ** Opened her eyes again and went back to the 28th of the twelfth lunar month in 1983, the eve of the separation. ** Looking at the children in front of her who were crying to "fulfill their filial piety" but actually wanted to empty out her savings, Li Xiulan sneered and kicked over the fig leaf of hypocrisy! "Want to separate the family? OK! The house belongs to me, the savings belong to me, and the debts belong to you!" "You want me to take care of my grandchildren? Yes! Sign an agreement first, and give one to me for five hundred, now!" "You want to kidnap me morally? Get out! I will only live for myself in this life!" **Tear off the shackles of filial piety and cut off the blood-sucking family ties. In this life, she used her past life memories to resell treasury bills, hoard courtyard houses, and seize original stocks. When her children were begging for forgiveness, she was sitting in a million-dollar luxury car, holding her loyal old partner in her arms, watching the storm with a smile. "Don't call me mom, call me Mr. Li. Also, my money, blown by the strong wind, has nothing to do with you white-eyed wolves!
