The Little Widow in the Courtyard Came from Miaojiang [The Sixties]

As the Five Immortals Sect's formidable mountain lord, Zhai Liu Cuicui really was the kind of menace who lived for millennia. She survived for three thousand years, only to spend all three thousand of them alone because her baleful aura was too strong.

One day, Zhai Liu Cuicui went to bed after a perfectly ordinary day. When she opened her eyes again, she had become Yang Liucui, a young widow in a crowded Beijing courtyard in the 1960s, newly bereaved and pregnant, with a whole string of scrawny, bean-sprout-like children thrown in as a bonus.

Well, this is...

She knew it! Watering her money tree with boiling water for no reason really did bring good luck. Just look at her, being rewarded with blessings!

As for all that nonsense about three generations of widows in one family, all cursed to outlive their husbands starting with her mother-in-law's mother-in-law, Zhai Liu Cuicui couldn't care less. The gossipers had no idea how satisfied a woman who had been alone for a thousand years and now finally had children could be with her status as a widow!

She could do without a man, but she had to have children!

And now she had children, her own flesh and blood!

Zhai Liu Cuicui was full of energy, bouncing around every day. Not only did she have a tongue like it had been dipped in poison, she sprayed venom every day, too.

Anyone who bullied her, her mother-in-law, or her mother-in-law's mother-in-law would have eightfold bad luck bounced right back at them...

Anyone who bullied her little ones...

Hah! Women from Miao territory aren't made of dough!

So the lecher who tried to sneak into her bed ended up slapping himself in the face in the middle of the night, then parading through the streets stark naked!

The so-called villainous relatives, so distantly related they couldn't reach them even with eight poles, tried to swallow the compensation money. Their whole family ended up on their knees, itching all over and begging for a remedy...

The others who liked to spread rumors behind her back either lost their voices or found their homes constantly visited by snakes, insects, rats, and ants.

At times like these, Zhai Liu Cuicui would cradle her youngest child and leisurely wash vegetables by the well, sometimes humming a folk song when the mood struck!