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

Zhang Xiaoying took full advantage of her talent for the sciences and calculated the Lin Family's compensation to Xu Qiaoqiao at twenty taels of silver.


Upon hearing this, Mrs. Liu went hysterical, "Have you lost your mind? Do you really think your damaged goods of a daughter is some kind of treasure..."


Zhang Xiaoying landed a slap, this time knocking out two of her teeth.


"Didn't I tell you to keep your mouth clean? Haven't you learned your lesson?" Zhang Xiaoying glared murderously, "With a rotten son like yours, he's the real broken shoe!"


Mrs. Liu was left with her mouth tasting of blood, completely intimidated by Zhang Xiaoying and not daring to make a sound.


"Should the twenty taels of silver be given or not?" Zhang Xiaoying's eyes fell upon the village chief, "Do we need to go to the County Government Office? I'm afraid by then, it won't just be twenty taels."


"Give, give it..." the village chief wiped away a hefty sweat.


085 Let's go, we're going home