Tong Huaqiong transmigrated to ancient times into the body of the malicious widow Tong Dajiao and witnessed the execution scene where the malicious widow and her children were wiped out. She returned to the year Tong Dajiao had just become a widow.

At the age of forty, she was already a grandmother, embodying the roles of both a wicked stepmother and mother-in-law. Naturally, the children she raised were bad bamboo shoots.

The only slight comfort she felt was that, as a widow, she didn't have to serve an old husband.

In this transmigration story, she lacked all the golden fingers like systems or noble birth.

She didn't even have the chance to rise through marriage. Who could a widow marry? Especially with a bunch of burdens.

She could only rely on herself and her bunch of bad bamboos at home.

Revitalize the family reputation, correct the children's behavior.

Treat stepchildren, daughters-in-law, and granddaughters kindly, dismiss the plan of her youngest son to sell his granddaughter to a wealthy family in exchange for tuition fees, force the youngest son to strive through education on his own, use a stick to awaken the second son from being lazy and spoiled to becoming the family's backbone, and rid the youngest daughter of laziness, greed, and love-brain.

Reclaim wasteland and plant crops using modern scientific knowledge, turning saline-alkali land into fertile fields, leading the whole family towards a moderately prosperous life; start a business from street vending, selling steamed buns, pastries, marinated dishes, raising pigs, beekeeping... gradually expanding their commercial territory.

The sound of the night watchman's clapper echoed outside.


Tong Huaqiong and the others breathed a slight sigh of relief.


Then came the sound of knocking on the door.


The doorman, under Tong Huaqiong's indication, went to open the door, and Gu Dashu ran over and pulled open the door latch with a clatter.


Standing at the door was a person in armor, with bloodstains on both the armor and face, emitting a cold gleam from the knife at their waist.


Gu Dashu couldn't recognize the person standing before him at all.


Gu Dashu's heart pounded; this door was opened too carelessly.


Would there be enough time to close the door?


"Uncle, it's me," said the visitor with a grin.


A familiar voice nearly made Gu Dashu collapse, but he straightened up again.


"Xiaofeng, you've come, what exactly happened last night?" Gu Dashu asked, steadying his emotions.


Chapter 827 - Chapter 827: Second Uncle, It's Me