Twilight Smoke Paints the Pavilion

One moment she was time-traveling, the next, Zhang Xiaoying, a lifelong singleton, skipped right over marriage and childbirth to joyfully become an amazing old lady.
She started with nothing but four walls and was gifted three sons and a daughter, each more infuriating than the last.
What could she do? She rolled up her sleeves and started whipping them into shape.
Not listening? A fist is the best argument, and good behavior comes from the stick’s end.
As days got better, the family realized that more and more officials and noblemen were visiting the old lady, wanting to take her away for retirement!
No way, it’s only right for sons to support their mother in her old age. Even the Emperor has to get in line!
The Emperor: “The teacher is mine; whoever dares compete with me for the privilege of caring for her in her old age, I shall decimate their nine relatives!”
Zhang Xiaoying: “Scared, so scared. This pile of pampering can go to whoever wants it; all I want to do is retire quietly.”
[Strong female lead, no romantic plot]
Recommended completed wen: Farming novels "The Manly Wife of the Prime Minister's House" and "The Little Evil Girl of the Farmstead," campus wen "The Nation's Goddess is Super Cool" "The Reborn Rich Girl is a Top Student" and "The Little Cutie is Somewhat Arrogant"

Transmigration: I am the Super Old Lady

Madam Zhou glared at Zhou Tao, "Even donkeys aren't driven this hard. Couldn't you at least have offered her a meal and a break?"


Then, Madam Zhou took Zhang Xiaoying by the hand, gently saying, "Let's not bother with him for now, let's eat first. We can talk about the Three Character Classic and all that tomorrow! I didn't know what you liked, so I prepared both rice and noodles. Have a taste."


At the mention of food, Zhang Xiaoying's mood also brightened.


However, she didn't forget that she was now the grandmother of someone else's family, so she contained her joy with dignity, "Okay."


Madam Zhou took Zhang Xiaoying to have a meal, while Zhou Tao held onto the manuscript, unable to part with it, looking it over and over, occasionally slapping his thigh and laughing heartily, "How brilliant is this, why didn't I think of that?"


After 059, don't call yourself uncle anymore.