In the apocalypse, Song Yin fought against dozens of zombies on her own so that her two children could be rescued by the rescue team. Before she blew herself up, she thought that it would be great if she and her children could live in a peaceful era in the next life.
When she woke up again, she became a rural woman in the 1990s, with blood streaming from her head. Her two children watched her wake up and cried.
But when she looked at the two children beside her who looked exactly like her own, she was stunned on the spot.
She accepted the memory of her original body. There were no wars or zombies here. There was no need to fight each other for a bite of food. Here you could be fed and clothed, and the sunshine here was warm and bright.
But here, there are memories that make the original body miserable.
The grievance and anger held her tightly, and the original body's overwhelming hatred told her that she had to avenge some revenge.
As a result, the husband who was drunk and violent that night had his legs broken, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to beg for mercy.
The partial mother-in-law shuns her, the selfish sister-in-law and the best sister-in-law are so embarrassed that she dare not breathe, and the talkative women cannot take any advantage from her.
Once she kicked the scumbag away, she relied on the memory of future generations to start her own business with confidence.
Unexpectedly, no money was made, but troublemakers came.
Song Yin said: You were the one who took action first? If you break it, you can't blame it on me.
He stood up on his hands and feet, and the little gangster lay on the ground.
But she was really taken advantage of by several people, and she had no choice but to be accepted as their younger brother, and she started to lead the way of setting up a stall.
Seeing that the stall was getting bigger and bigger, and the younger brother was collecting more and more, Song Yin frowned and thought for a long time, then registered the company with a wave of his hand, made his own clothes and shoes, and the business empire began to take shape.
The younger brothers said: Do you want to be a gangster? Wouldn't it be nice to make big leather shoes? Sister Song eats meat and we drink soup, and we earn basketfuls of money. When we return to the village, we are no longer the street rats that everyone shouts about!
Tips: It's fun without any brains, doesn't feel aggrieved, and has a background for the male protagonist.
Screenshot taken on 2025.8.15
Intention: Live freely.
