[No CP + no time travel and no system + indigenous female protagonist + farming and doing business + female group portrait]
As soon as my father passed away, my uncle came to the door with seven IOUs and asked for eleven pieces of paper.
Thirteen-year-old Sang Xiaoman turned to the last page: "My father is no longer here on the 9th day of the lunar month. Can I still borrow money from you on the 12th - borrowed from a dream?"
The fake one is penniless, but the real one is penniless.
She helped her mother pay off her debts, split up the family, set up a female household, and took her younger brother to live in a dilapidated house by the river. The roof leaked, the grain tank was bottomed out, and I only had two acres of cold water field, a piece of wild reed and an old abacus.
Others saw the end of the road, but Sang Xiaoman started from a moisture-proof mat, setting up stalls, opening workshops, doing business, and leading more and more women to make money with their crafts.
Don't wait for noble people, don't expect marriage. A family of three started from a dilapidated house and lived a prosperous life.
