Take Eight Concubines to Escape

Time traveled, my husband died, and there were eight concubines, a father-in-law, and four cubs at home. After three years of severe drought, there was no harvest, and the whole family had to flee. Su Zhuo took out a pen and paper expressionlessly: "Those who know how to cook stand on the left, and those who know how to sew stand on the right." "If you work hard, you will eat. If you don't do well, you will end up eating." "If you want to cause trouble, just get out of the team." This is not a house fight, but a KPI assessment on the road to escape. Su Zhuo's golden finger is very small, one cubic meter of space, and modern rags are randomly refreshed every day. She wanted to lead this group of old, weak, women and children out of a desperate situation. What about time travel? The Rolling King can roll up a piece of the sky wherever he goes. Grandma Su's Alzheimer's disease is moderate to severe. She is confused more often than awake. She even forgot about her son and daughter-in-law, but she still remembered to stock up on things for her little granddaughter. All inexplicable things were stuffed into her old camphor wood box. A maple leaf, a bag of apples, damp biscuits, broken toys... "This is for Zhuo Zhuo..." Screenshot of copywriting, 2026.5.22 Intention: