Su Qing had the misfortune of being reborn, transmigrating into the body of a sharp-tongued, vile old woman. Trailing behind this majorly vile character was a string of minorly vile ones. Every day, fresh and heated arguments awaited her. The family was dirt poor and so hungry they could barely see straight.
Every day, Su Qing would beat her chest and stomp her feet, lamenting, “Why am I not dead yet?”
Fortunately, the heavens gave her a Golden Finger. Sixty was just the right age to strive.
Unable to die, Su Qing faced a family full of schemers as complex as a hornet’s nest. She rolled up her sleeves and threw herself into the work. She would lead her family down the right path, live out her days, and die a natural death as a rich old woman
