[Period Setting] [Reborn] [Cutting Family Ties] [Feel-Good Payback] [Family Life] [Building Wealth] [Family's Belated Regret] [Daughters Over Sons] [A Hint of Mystery] [No System, No Pocket Dimension]
At the age of eighty, Li Shufen died in a leaky side room.
Before her final breath, her children had stripped her of the retirement money she had saved her entire life and pulled out her oxygen tube. Only in the darkness did someone secretly slip her half a steamed bun.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back in 1980. Her husband had just died in a work accident, and that very night her third son was about to steal the 386 yuan in compensation. She was forty-five. Looking at the children surrounding her, all waiting to suck her dry, Li Shufen wiped her tears and smiled. This time, she would no longer be a mother who sacrificed everything for her children.
[Cutting Ties] Stealing her husband's blood money? Fighting over job replacements, grabbing the house, mooching off her, and demanding dowries? She had just one reply: "I have no sense of shame, so you can't guilt-trip me."
[Street Stall] She earned four fen per tea egg. Starting with a small stall outside a textile mill, she built an honest livelihood with her own skills.
[Raising Her Granddaughter] Her daughter-in-law thought her granddaughter was a "money-losing burden" and planned to raise her only to trade her for a dowry. Li Shufen made a written declaration in front of everyone: "I'll raise the child, and I'll pay for her schooling." She changed her granddaughter's name from Zhaodi to Xiaodi, so the girl could live for herself alone.
As for the workplace death that had been labeled "improper conduct," the files that had been altered again and again, and the stolen blood money, she would settle every last account, with interest.
Later, the children who had once trampled on her fell into trouble one by one, kneeling in front of her stall and crying out, "Mom!"
Li Shufen leafed through her account book without looking up. "Save your kindness for people who deserve it. You don't."
AI text. It's too stiff, like writing a report.