
Shang Wan transmigrated from the apocalypse to the Great Zhou Dynasty, opening her eyes to find herself as the third young madam of the Lu family.
Because her husband was imprisoned for poisoning the county magistrate, the Lu family, fearing implication, disowned Shang Wan. She was left penniless, with a one-year-old baby crying to be fed, and two loyal servants utterly at a loss.
They settled in a thatched cottage, but to their dismay, the roof leaked light, the walls let in wind, rats scurried everywhere, and all their food stores were gone. They were on the verge of starvation.
Shang Wan declared there was no need to panic. She grabbed her basket and headed into the mountains; wild pheasants, rabbits, and small fish all found their way into her basket.
When bullies came to their door and her husband's family tried to bleed them dry, Shang Wan rolled up her sleeves and dealt with each of them, her motto being: if she can use her fists, she won't waste words.
With her spatial spirit spring, she grew medicinal herbs, opened shops, organized caravans, and built a full-fledged business empire.
Bandits blocked the road? Shang Wan: Beat them! Mountain brigands robbing? Shang Wan: Beat them! Malicious competition? Shang Wan: Keep beating them!
"Don't you dare bully Mama!" Little Yuanyuan rushed forward on his short legs and kicked a seven-foot strongman flying.
"My dear wife, don't tire yourself. Leave it to your husband." The sickly scholar, with his handsome face, calmly crushed the neck of the person beneath him, then bent down to wipe the blood splattered on his shoes. The shoes his wife gave him couldn't get dirty.
The two loyal servants brandished their large sabers, creating afterimages, and shouted, "Young Madam, please rest! Let us handle this!"
Shang Wan, having her work snatched away, raised a hand to stroke her chin. "The spirit spring water works quite well, keep feeding it to them!"
Everyone: "Please, leave us a way to live!"