Called a Poor Widow, I Counterattack in Ancient Times with My Special Abilities

Looking at her several eldest sons waiting expectantly for her to take charge, Bai Yunxi wished she could die all over again. From a house with blue tiles to a rickety shack, looking at her home where the wind blew in from all sides, Bai Yunxi gritted her teeth and picked up a rolling pin. She assigned her sons' duties clearly: some were to do the chores, others were to do the manual labor; if anyone dared to slack off, they would be kicked out of the house immediately. As for her, as the Old Matriarch... bah, as the family's supreme commander, if she couldn't even manage to live a decent life, she might as well use the rolling pin to knock herself out.