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

Uncle Liu poked the ground aggrievedly and said, "Look at what you said. I think Wan Qing is also very kind. Why can't we recognize each other as relatives?"

Before Aunt Chen could speak, he turned to Song Wanqing and asked, "Wanqing, how did you make the puppet that plows the field?"

He rubbed his hands sheepishly and continued, "Can you show it to me? I like things that can be used for farming the most. Oh! By the way, it seems that you are also a connoisseur. Come on, come on, I'll show you some good stuff."

Uncle Liu slapped his head, looking mysterious. He didn't give Song Wanqing a chance to refuse, and ran out, shouting as he ran: "Wanqing, wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

Song Wanqing and Aunt Chen looked at each other and laughed with their hands covering their mouths.

"No matter how old you are, you are still so impetuous. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the younger generations?"

Aunt Chen muttered something and shook her head.

Uncle Liu was in good health. He appeared in front of Song Wanqing again in a cup of tea and brought a lot of things.

He pulled Song Wanqing aside, away from the crowd.

"Wanqing, take a look. This is all made by the old man himself. Tell me if it's a good thing or not!"

When Uncle Liu said this, an astonishing light emanated from his cloudy eyes.

Song Wanqing took the thing handed over by Uncle Liu and his eyes lit up.

It’s really good stuff!

It is similar to modern planting machinery, but Grandpa Liu's is made of wood, so it is naturally not as convenient to use as a machine. It can discharge the quantity of planting materials per unit time, and evenly distribute the planting materials per unit area and length, and even the plant spacing and row spacing in the field or plot are basically the same.

As a result, the damage to the planting materials during the planting process is reduced and the survival rate is higher.

Aunt Chen’s seeds are not good, and I guess the seeds of people in the village are basically of inferior quality.

If they could secretly use the seeds in the space to replace the inferior seeds, and then combine the technical means of Aunt Chen and Uncle Liu, they would have no pressure facing the grain tax levied by the government in half a year!

"Godmother, Uncle Liu, I have an idea. What do you think..." Song Wanqing's eyes were shining as she told them her idea with interest.

The two listened carefully and were immediately overjoyed.

"Wanqing, are you telling the truth?"

"My goddaughter, where did you get this idea? You can think of it! Are you really confident?"

Song Wanqing answered confidently: "Of course, as long as we work together, the current difficulties are nothing, not to mention the grain tax in half a year."

"Okay, okay." The two nodded happily, their hearts full of expectations for the future.

After they got back to work, Song Wanqing replaced all the inferior seeds and then enthusiastically joined in their technical discussions.

The red sun sets in the west, and the sunset glows brightly.

After watching the children finish their meal, Song Wanqing came to Cheng Qian'an's room with a bowl of porridge.

Three days have passed, and she still added spiritual spring water to today's porridge. It is estimated that his injuries will be healed by tomorrow.

If this happened in modern times, the patient would have to get at least a dozen stitches and stay in the hospital for several months.

I have to say, this spiritual spring water is really a good thing. No one can be allowed to know its existence, otherwise she will be in danger.

She lowered her eyes and quietly stared at the thin boy on the bed. She stroked his cheek with her slender hand, observing his face, and said regretfully: "If you were a normal person, why would you be humiliated everywhere and end up like this?"

Perhaps it was Song Wanqing's touch that awakened the sleeping boy. He opened his dark eyes, his pupils filled with pure innocence.

"Madam, what's wrong?" His voice was low and hoarse from just waking up, and combined with his handsome face, it looked quite alluring.

"No, nothing." Song Wanqing quickly withdrew her hand, her eyelashes trembling, and took the porridge on the table, scooped a bowl and handed it to his mouth.

"You slept soundly today, so I didn't call you," she said.

"Yeah." Cheng Qian nodded obediently, took a sip from the spoon, and asked her concernedly, "Did you eat?"

"Of course I ate it." Song Wanqing looked at him with concern, and couldn't help but soften her brows. Suddenly she asked, "Qian, I heard that you are not of the Cheng family. Do you still remember what happened in the past?"

"No, I don't remember." He shook his head and said distressedly.

Cheng Qian'an covered his head with his hands, and pain flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, then I won't ask anymore, and you don't have to think about it." Seeing this, Song Wanqing put her hand on the back of his hand to stop him from recalling.

After he finished his meal and fell asleep sleepily, Song Wanqing looked at him and sighed softly. She admired Cheng Qi'an's handsome face for a while and felt sorry in her heart. She always felt that he had many secrets and was not as simple as a wandering orphan.

If he is like this for his whole life, I don't know when it will be good or bad.

Never mind. Maybe when the time comes, her current confusion will be resolved naturally.

[Mom, you've been staring at Dad for a long time, what are you thinking about?] Naituanzi suddenly appeared beside the bed, propped up his chin and looked at her curiously, then glanced at the sleeping Cheng Qian'an.

"Ahem." Song Wanqing coughed lightly with a guilty conscience, and quickly stood up to leave, saying, "I was distracted, thinking about something, not looking at him."

[Oh, but I think what I am going to say now might be of interest to mother.] Milk ball said with a smile.

"What's the matter?" Song Wanqing stopped, glanced subconsciously at the young man on the bed, and walked out of the room in silence.

When they arrived at the front yard, Song Wanqing raised his eyebrows and signaled Naituanzi to continue the topic that they had not finished just now.

[Mother, have you ever thought about restoring Daddy's sanity? ] he said.

Song Wanqing's eyes flashed with surprise, and she asked back: "Do you have a solution?"

[Yes, in the previous life, mother looked for medicine for father, but before he could take it, he was killed by a villain] said Milk Ball.

Before Song Wanqing could be happy, he said again: [I remember that when my mother found the elixir, my father was already 25 years old. Now my father is only 21 years old, and there are still four years to go.]

[But if we wait until then, I don’t know if disaster will happen again. ]

"Four years? It's indeed a long time. For the sake of our lives, we must be prepared to deal with our potential enemies." Song Wanqing pursed her red lips.

She asked, "Is there any way to restore his sanity in advance?"

If he lived his whole life like a child, then since she was using this body, she would let her nominal husband live the rest of his life in peace, without worries, in peace and happiness.

So, she wanted him to regain his sanity, not because she wanted to have a normal husband, but because she wanted him to have another choice so that he would not have no choice.

Seeing that she really cared about Cheng Qian'an, Naituanzi was delighted. After all, in his previous life, he was the biological child of Song Wanqing and Cheng Qian'an, and the fate between them was indescribable.

Now that she had this idea, he felt a lot more at ease, because he also had his own selfish desires. He hoped that Song Wanqing would still be his mother in the next life.

[If we want Dad to regain consciousness as soon as possible, we need to obtain that magical herb and irrigate it with the magical spring, but this magical medicine is really rare...] Milk ball said slowly.