I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

"It must be a magic weapon. Have you ever seen a monster farming?"

"That's right, could it be that the girl is really an immortal? Look, she has become much more beautiful since she separated from the old Cheng family!"

"I really misunderstood her before. Their lives will surely get better and better in the future." The woman who spoke looked at the field child with eyes full of envy.

If her family had such a magic weapon, the government would not have to worry about grain taxes.

Not only her, but also the surrounding villagers were jealous. But they didn't dare to talk to Song Wanqing because of their face.

After all, because of the marriage between the two, some of them more or less helped the mother of the Cheng family, which was unfair to Song Wanqing.

This kind of farmer not only does not eat or drink water, but also plows the land at a speed that ordinary people cannot match. In the blink of an eye, a field of land is completed.

Song Wanqing sat in the shade of a nearby tree, enjoying the coolness, and only occasionally supervised the work for a while, feeling very comfortable. She squinted her eyes comfortably, her long black hair hanging behind her head, and she tilted her head slightly, revealing a white and slender neck.

[Mom, don’t fall asleep.] Naituanzi reminded.

Song Wanqing suddenly opened her eyes and saw the serious-looking Naituanzi. She chuckled and said, "What's wrong? You don't allow your mother to be lazy for a while?"

The milk ball stood in front of her, puffed up her little face, and said unhappily: [If mother continues to sleep, they will see through her. ]

He spoke seriously, with a slight frown between his brows. The way those people looked at my mother was like hungry wolves, so scary!

Hearing this, Song Wanqing slightly lifted her eyelids, looked up, and raised the corners of her eyebrows slightly.

Hmm...there really are a lot of people.

However, these people had other intentions. They were not attracted by her beauty, but by her farming child.

She stood up and casually brushed off the leaves on her body.

She just rested for a while and plowed an acre of land. You know, an acre of land is equal to 600 square meters. No wonder they were dazzled.

This has to be said. I heard that the eldest son of the Cheng family used to be a minor official in the general's mansion, otherwise he would not have so much financial resources to own these acres of land.

Song Wanqing smiled to herself and said to the little girl, "Silly child, they are not looking at me. In their eyes, the farmer is much more beautiful than his mother."

The little girl frowned and looked at the farmer carefully, seeming to understand what he was saying.

Could it be that those people wanted it to be used for farming?

Under the bright sun, the farmer had already plowed the six mu of land. The villagers were dumbfounded and wished they could come up with a plowing machine.

"Wanqing, what's this thing of yours? It's so clever. If I had it, we would have a good farm for the dozen acres of land. I wouldn't have to plow the land myself at my age. Every time I finish plowing, I feel my arms and legs are so weak..."

When Zheng saw that Song Wanqing had plowed six acres of land in just half a day, she was so jealous that she immediately came forward to talk to him.

Song Wanqing knew what she was planning as soon as she heard it. Zheng usually liked to take advantage of others and was cunning. Now it was obvious that she had intentions towards the farmer.

Seeing her eyes shining, Song Wanqing curled his lips and smiled, but did not answer.

Zheng was not annoyed, and continued: "Is your thing expensive? If it's not expensive, why not help the villagers plow all the land? Look at the many old people in the village, they think you look like a fairy, and they must be very kind to you."

Song Wanqing still didn't say anything, but just said indifferently: "If you are tired, Madam Zheng, take a rest."

After hearing this, Zheng thought she was going to help her, and her face lit up with joy. But before she could lead the way, she saw Song Wanqing bringing the farming kids to Aunt Chen's field and taking the initiative to help Aunt Chen plow the field.

Zheng's eyes widened and her teeth were about to break.

She threw the hoe in her hand fiercely, and then angrily spat in the direction of Song Wanqing, cursing: "Why are you pretending? You are just the daughter of a gambler, why are you so arrogant!"

Seeing this, Aunt Chen quickly grabbed Song Wanqing's hand and said, "Wanqing, no, no, this thing must be very expensive. I have only a few acres of land, I can do it myself."

She patted the back of Song Wanqing's hand with relief and said, "I know you are worried that I am tired, but I didn't do you any favors. How can I let you use such a magic weapon to help me plow the fields!"

"Godmother, since you have accepted me as your goddaughter, it is my duty to respect you. Besides, whether this thing is valuable or not depends on the person~" Song Wanqing glanced at Zheng, who was staring at her closely, as if she wanted to stare two holes in her body.

She turned her eyes away calmly and asked the farming boy to help Aunt Chen plow the land.

Aunt Chen saw that she couldn't persuade her, so she had to agree. She scooped another bowl of porridge she brought from home. There were very few grains of rice, like soup, but it was the most filling food in her family.

Song Wanqing looked at Aunt Chen's fields for a while and noticed something different. Aunt Chen's fields were excellent farmland!

Not to mention the fertile land, the key is that Aunt Chen’s cultivation method is also different. Isn’t this grafting method a modern one?

Song Wanqing was surprised by what he saw and suddenly remembered what Naituanzi had said before.

Aunt Chen is good at farming research. At first, she just wanted to plow the fields as quickly as possible and didn't pay attention to it. Unexpectedly, when she took a closer look today, she found an unexpected harvest.

Aunt Chen looked at Song Wanqing's expression and said with some embarrassment: "I just tinkered with these when I had nothing to do. Don't laugh at me, Wanqing."

Seeing that she was feeling shy, Song Wanqing put his arm around her shoulders and said with a smile.

"Is godmother shy? I just haven't seen it before. I thought it was strange so I looked at it a few more times. I also found that the crops in godmother's field seemed to grow better than those in other fields."

Aunt Chen smiled brightly: "Don't look at me tinkering around, my daily output is two mu more than others!"

Speaking of this, Aunt Chen puffed out her chest, very proud.

"Before, the villagers laughed at me, but now that I have produced two mu more than them, they all want me to teach them this method."

Two acres of land?

Not ideal.

Song Wanqing looked at the fertile fields and then at the modern cultivation method. Normally speaking, as long as nothing goes wrong, the yield of this acre of land is equivalent to that of one and a half acres of other people's land, or even more. How could it be only two cents?

She soon found the reason. There was something wrong with Aunt Chen’s seeds. They were not high-quality seeds, but rather low-quality seeds.

"My dear, what are you talking about?"

At some point, Uncle Liu strolled over.

As he spoke, he glanced at the farmer, and the word "interest" was almost written on his face.

"Go away! My daughter is mine alone, why are you, a shameless old man, interfering in this!" Seeing Uncle Liu, Aunt Chen scolded him with amusement.