I thought that I was a captain of a national special agent team, but once I traveled through time, I became a widow whose husband died just after we got married, with four oil bottles behind me. Looking at the skinny children and the dilapidated house with half the roof missing, and then looking at my bean sprout-like body, I can't help but secretly clench my fists to lead the children on the road to prosperity. As for men, it doesn't matter (Male Pig's Knuckle: Wife, don't you want me anymore? Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!
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