After Being Reborn, the Fussy Old Woman Escaped the Famine and Won a Houseful of Grandchildren

Jiang Chunxue was reborn. Her children complained that she might as well be dead. At least then, the family would save some food on the road as they fled famine.

Jiang Chunxue sighed. "Since that's how you feel, I'll keep all the money your father left in the mountains for your fourth brother."

The fourth son, who was about to turn evil: "Mother really does care about me?"

The eldest: "You old hag, you're playing favorites! Don't expect me to support you when you're old!"

The second son wore a grim expression, while the third wailed and sobbed.

Jiang Chunxue slapped them, and it felt wonderful.

When the rebel army attacked the city, Jiang Chunxue took her children and began fleeing.

No food? No problem. She had a pocket dimension and a spirit spring, so they could eat their fill at every meal.

The eldest and his wife were disloyal and ungrateful? No problem. There was nothing a few good beatings couldn't fix. And if they still hadn't learned their lesson, she hadn't hit them hard enough!

The second son was lazy and greedy, and his wife was driving a wedge between him and his mother? No problem. A firm hand paired with a little sweetness always worked!

Her youngest daughter eloped with a rich man? No problem. She'd put the Four Books and Five Classics, the classics, histories, and collected writings on the reading list. Knowledge could change your fate!

The fourth son stayed a bachelor his whole life to support her? No problem. Whether it was a noble family's daughter or a girl from an ordinary household, he could marry whichever one he fancied!

Later, looking at her children, each more filial than the last, Jiang Chunxue thought: A sapling won't grow straight unless you prune it!