The Daily Struggles of a Poor Song Dynasty Girl

Tang Zhaohuan finally achieved her lifelong dream: transmigrating.

King Yama thumped his chest and promised her: her family would be landlords, her father would hold an official degree, and the whole clan would work together to prosper. A surefire story where she could lie back and win!

But when she landed in the late years of Emperor Shenzong's reign in the Northern Song, she was dumbfounded.

Twenty mu of poor farmland couldn't feed three people. Her father had the title of licentiate but not a penny to his name. Her relatives were all rushing headlong into disaster.

Tang Zhaohuan slapped her thigh. "Better to rely on yourself than anyone else! So what if I'm only ten? Embroidery, weaving, sewing clothes: I know how to earn money and support a family!"

But why was this nothing like the farming stories she'd read?

She stayed up all night weaving, and just as her first pot of gold was starting to warm in her hands, the village head came banging gongs and drums to urge the villagers to donate.

She gritted her teeth and held on until the family welcomed a new baby, only for the officials to immediately impose new labor duties.

With no other choice, Tang Zhaohuan brought out her ultimate trump card.

"I'm engaged! To Zhao Yanzhi of the imperial clan!"

According to the records, members of the Northern Song imperial clan were high in status but useless: they couldn't leave the capital, serve as officials, join the army, or do business without an imperial decree. That made him just right for the role she'd invented for him.

It worked like a charm, and the pressure eased considerably.

Until one day, a letter delivered at speed ruined her plans.

"I hear you have been doing business in the name of being someone's fiancee? May I, Zhao, buy in for a share?"

Signed: Your fiance, who receives no stipend, Zhao Yanzhi.

Tang Zhaohuan: How did my useful pawn come to life?

Why does every day feel more and more like hell mode with every debuff stacked on?

Reader's guide:

1. The male lead can be thought of as the female lead's pocket grandpa.

At first, he tried to possess her but failed. The female lead went to the imperial mausoleum to work as an embroiderer, and the male lead was her boss. He gave her a difficult, nearly impossible task, which she solved in no time, then talked him into pursuing a grand venture.

Later, he is won over by the female lead's technological prowess and becomes her greatest golden finger and guardian spirit. When she opens a shop, he provides the money. When she needs customers, he brings them in. When someone frames her, he finds evidence and gets to the truth.

He runs around, spending money and doing all the work, asking only that the female lead turn and look at him once.

2. Some social details may be altered to fit the story or because of missing information.

3. This is not a traditional farming story. No bystanders gasping in amazement, no making glass or penicillin. It's about a small Northern Song household struggling to survive.

4. I have already completed two novels of over 700,000 characters without missing an update. You can count on me to finish.

Theme: Do good, and don't worry about what comes next.