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

What’s the use of being fast? In the end, you can’t resist the siege of the crowd.

"My dear, I'm sorry. I didn't protect you well." Cheng Qian'an lowered his eyes in disappointment, his face turned pale.

"Will you show off again next time?" Song Wanqing narrowed her eyes.

"Hmm..." Cheng Qian nodded, and seeing that she looked strange, he shook his head again and cried out in pain: "Ah."

"Don't move, I'll apply medicine for you." Song Wanqing opened the medicine bottle.

At this time, the other side was still in impotent rage.

"You vicious woman! What are you guys doing? You can't even beat a dummy. Save me! Otherwise I will kill you when I get back!" Fei Qi cursed.

When the servants heard this, they endured the severe pain and dragged Fei Qi away from the farming boy, and fled in a hurry.

Before he left, Fei Qi could still be heard cursing.

"Just wait, I'll let my dad smash that thing of yours when I get back!"

"Greetings!" Song Wanqing replied disdainfully.

Cheng Qian'an felt her strength, the aroma of herbs lingering around his nose, and he suddenly remembered that she seemed to have given him medicine many times.

He lowered his head guiltily, his voice hoarse: "My wife, am I a burden to you?"

"No, don't think too much." Song Wanqing said calmly, and seeing the hint of uneasiness between his brows, her voice became softer.

She said, "In our family, you have never been a burden."

The breeze blew gently, and a few strands of hair on his forehead fluttered. He looked lonely and fragile, which made Song Wanqing couldn't help but soften her heart.

After a moment, she seemed to have made some kind of decision and said.

"Cheng Qi'an." Song Wanqing asked seriously, "Do you want to learn martial arts?"

"I want to!" Cheng Qian'an suddenly raised his eyes, and the ripples in his eyes seemed to move other people's hearts.

Song Wanqing's brows relaxed and he agreed, "Okay, I'll teach you."

"Madam, do you know martial arts?" he asked doubtfully.

"No." She answered decisively.

"......" Cheng Qian'an looked conflicted.

"But I remember the moves, it depends on whether you can learn them." Song Wanqing curled her lips and chuckled, patting his shoulder.

Although she is not good at martial arts, her title of movie queen is not undeserved.

In the past, she had performed all the fighting scenes herself, and naturally had consulted many masters. However, to say that she knows martial arts, she certainly cannot compare with those who really practice martial arts.

After all, that is a foundation that requires years of hard work. She has no intention of changing careers, she just wants to make her moves look better.

If Cheng Qian'an studies hard, maybe he can really succeed?

"Okay." Cheng Qian'an nodded obediently. Although he didn't understand what Song Wanqing meant, he knew it was right to listen to her.

When the surrounding villagers saw that they had finished talking, they quickly gathered around to greet them.

"Are you okay? Fei Qi is a well-known local tyrant in the village. If he sets his eyes on something, he will snatch it away. My daughter was married before, and she was almost kidnapped by him and taken home. If the village chief hadn't stepped in, he would have succeeded!" One person shook his head and sighed.

"Yes, you must be careful. There was nothing valuable in the village before, so he seldom came. I don't know who was gossiping about this, but he came to you this time."

"Who else could it be? It's that Zhao, who has a vicious heart!" The woman glared at Zhao, who was wailing on the ground, and pointed at her and cursed, "She tried to take advantage of others but instead tried to hurt them. What a piece of shit!"

Facing everyone's gaze, Zhao covered her face and screamed, "It's not me, it's not me!" She ran away in panic, enduring the pain.

"Wanqing, don't worry. Godmother will ask me to talk to the village chief and seek justice for you!" Aunt Chen said with lingering fear.

"Yes, the village chief will at least give me, Old Liu, some face. We must not let him go this time." Uncle Liu was indignant.

They wanted to step forward to stop it, but they saw Song Wanqing's magic weapon beating them to a pulp, so they didn't go over.

Song Wanqing's eyes softened as she said, "Thank you all for your kindness. You don't need to bother me with this matter anymore. I will take care of it myself."

She raised her voice and said, "Everyone, take a break. I will definitely do what I promised you today."

After that, he let the farmers go to farm, and also gave some people some high-quality seeds.

"Thank you, thank you Madam Song!" Seeing this, the villagers were delighted and expressed their gratitude one after another.

-

Three months later, under Song Wanqing's careful care, the whole family gained a lot of weight. They were no longer as skinny as when they first met. Their faces also became more and more beautiful, as if they were reborn.

Ever since Cheng Qian'an was accidentally injured that day, Song Wanqing tried to teach him martial arts. Although his mind was like that of a child, his talent was the best she had ever seen.

But she didn't expect that during her amateur martial arts training, her body had a kind of physical memory for some reason, and she inadvertently performed a complete set of sword techniques, as if she had been practicing martial arts for many years. But, how is it possible?

She is obviously just a peasant girl, how could she know these things.

After thinking about it, Song Wanqing attributed these unexpected things to the special talents of his body and did not delve into it further.

Halfway through the six-month period, Song Wanqing had made a lot of money by reselling dishes and herbs, but she adhered to the good habit of not showing off her wealth, and stuffed all the valuables into the space.

Nowadays, even if there are thieves coming into the houses, they will kowtow twice, leave two steamed buns, and then leave with a sense of guilt when they see their poor and empty houses.

The reason why she didn't renovate the house was because she thought of the war in which the princes rebelled, and the people were displaced and fled famine on a large scale, so she was destined not to stay in this place for long.

Since I can't stay here permanently, I don't bother with it.

The chickens in the field have grown up and it's time to sell them at the market.

Today, Song Wanqing took Cheng Qian to the street to sell poultry.

Soon, a wealthy businessman came to the door. He smiled happily and pointed at the chicken in the cage and asked, "How much is this chicken?"

He was just out for a stroll, but he didn't expect to meet such a beauty. If he could take her back as a concubine...

"Fifty copper coins per piece." Cheng Qian'an opened his thin lips and stood in front of Song Wanqing, blocking the wealthy businessman's malicious gaze.

Song Wanqing looked at his tall and slender back, feeling warm in her heart and smiling.

She glanced at the rich businessman and blinked innocently. Fortunately, he blocked her gaze, otherwise the delicate image she maintained outside would be ruined again.

After all, she has a very rich vocabulary when meeting these people.

"So cheap?" The wealthy businessman was a little surprised. Prices have risen now, and everything is more than ten times the original price. Could this man have come from an unknown small village?

He narrowed his eyes, looked at Song Wanqing, whose pretty face was half exposed, and said, "Miss, if I buy your poultry, how will you thank me?"

"I'm not selling it. I'll give it to you." Cheng Qian'an's eyes turned cold with hostility.

"Hey you!" The rich businessman frowned unhappily and was about to question him when Song Wanqing grabbed Cheng Qian'an's hand, leaned weakly on his shoulder, and blinked her glass-like eyes gently.

Her eyes moved and she curled her lips: "Sir, please go to another place. My husband said he won't sell it, and that's it."