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

Song Wanqing spent a long time selecting in the exchange mall and finally found the mechanism blueprint suitable for this mountain village.

She spread the blueprint flat on the table and thought intently. This mechanism surrounded the entire village and was composed of some special mechanisms and placed on the underground wall. As long as the criminals wanted to invade the village, it would be automatically triggered. At the very least, they would be caught in the hemp rope net, and at worst, they would be shot to death by arrows and crossbows.

But at present, all that is missing is the materials, such as hard granite and sharp crossbow arrows...

As long as we can find these materials and assemble them, the village will soon become a paradise beyond the clouds!

Song Wanqing smiled. At this moment, Cheng Qian entered the room and stood behind her, asking in confusion, "Madam, what is this?"

"This is a mechanical diagram." Song Wanqing suddenly became interested. She pointed to a spot on it and said, "Husband, do you think you can understand what this means?"

Cheng Qian frowned and thought for a while, then said: "This is a power device... As long as the water keeps flowing, the machine will keep flowing."

Song Wanqing's eyes sparkled, and she rubbed Cheng Qian'an's head in appreciation. Unexpectedly, this boy actually understood it, and she praised him, "My husband is awesome, how about you come with me to assemble these things tomorrow?"

"Okay!" Cheng Qian'an looked delighted.

My wife praised me!

The next day.

Song Wanqing got up early and found the stonemason. She asked, "Master, do you know where to find hard granite?"

The old man shook his head in confusion, and Song Wanqing then realized that in this era, granite has not yet been developed, and the understanding of hardness is only limited to rocks.

She sighed helplessly and decided to lead people to dig the granite herself. She quickly organized the manpower - the bandits who had committed crimes before were all carrying tools, sighing, glaring at Song Wanqing with resentment, and yelling non-stop.

"You really don't treat us as human beings, do you? You want us to do whatever you want?!"

"Why dig that thing? Aren't these stones enough?"

Song Wanqing chuckled, her smile chilling, and she said, "Any opinions? If you are dissatisfied, go to the Hades Palace to complain."

Everyone immediately fell silent and lowered their heads to dig the soil and mine minerals. Their lives were the most important thing now.

The coolies dug for several days before they finally found granite. The bandits carried, polished, and assembled it with complaints, but at the same time they couldn't help but wonder, what are these things used for?

After some of the most basic things were prepared, the most important power device was still missing. Song Wanqing had recently inspected the village. The village was located on the top of a mountain, so it was not realistic to use water to power it. The only recyclable and unlimited resource that could be used was wind power.

She organized all the skilled craftsmen in the village to build a simple version of the windmill according to the blueprint. When the windmill was erected, people from the whole village gathered around. They saw the blades began to turn under the power of the wind, and the device connected below also began to vibrate slowly.

"Ms. Song is truly a fairy from heaven. We have never seen these things before, and they are so magical!" someone exclaimed.

Song Wanqing's black eyes moved slightly, and she could not hide her excitement, but this was not enough. The next step was to assemble the final mechanism. She gave instructions: "I have already sent the drawings to Mr. Wang. I'll trouble you to pay more attention to the installation of the mechanism. You must remember what I told you before and don't leak it, otherwise-"

Her eyes suddenly turned cold, "Kill without mercy!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the evil bandits trembled all over and lowered their heads in fear.

They saw everything Song Wanqing did during this period, all the novel granite, windmills, catapults... no matter whether they had been seen before or not, this woman knew everything about it and could even provide them with complex drawings to make them!

I'm afraid no one would not believe that she is a monster! But she doesn't do anything to harm people, instead, she always thinks about everyone...

Song Wanqing was about to leave when Uncle Wang suddenly stopped her and took out the blueprint and said with some embarrassment: "Madam Song... I can't read, so I don't know what's written on it."

Song Wanqing was stunned. She patted her head and realized that she was so focused on arranging the safety of the village that she forgot the most basic and important thing for social development - education.

The people here are illiterate. Before, she helped them build things, but when she was not around, they couldn't even understand the blueprints. It seemed that she had to set up a school in order to allow the village to develop well.

She took the blueprint and said, "Okay, I'll lead everyone to do the rest of the work. Thank you for your help, Mr. Wang."

Under the leadership of Song Wanqing, the mechanical devices were installed in just a few days. From the outside, the stronghold looked no different because all the mechanical devices were buried in the ground or hidden in the walls. The only difference was the windmill standing at the back door of the stronghold.

Immediately afterwards, Song Wanqing selected some relatively intelligent young people and taught them to read and write. In just one month, he opened a school and sent some school-age children in the village to school.

Song Wanqing watched the village become more and more prosperous, and the sense of fulfillment in her heart became stronger and stronger. The children who got up early to go to school all had happy smiles on their faces. She decided to go and inspect the school in person.

She pulled Cheng Qian'an over and said, "Husband, how about you accompany me to the school to listen to the teacher's lecture?"

Cheng Qian'an's deep eyes reflected Song Wanqing's delicate face. He raised the corners of his mouth lovingly and said, "I will listen to you, my lady."

The two walked hand in hand through the village, sat down in the last row of the classroom, and listened to the class carefully and quietly.

The teacher who gave the lecture was a disabled villager named Jiang Yan. Because of his talent, he was taken by the village chief to be taught, so he was granted the position of teacher by Song Wanqing.

In order to make it easier for him to walk, Song Wanqing also bought him a set of prosthetic limbs in the mall for his daily walking. Therefore, Jiang Yan was grateful and worked harder.

He is intelligent and eager to learn. In addition to teaching, he is able to design some simple gadgets. He is also very lively in his lectures. The children are eager to learn and the classroom atmosphere is active.

After the class, Jiang Yan looked at Song Wanqing with gratitude and said, "Madam Song is here to listen to the class today. She will ask some questions later, so please answer them seriously!"

"Yeah, yeah! I like Sister Song the best!"

"My mother said that Sister Song is a fairy. Not only did she provide us with food, but she also allowed us to go to school! She is a very good person!"

The children spoke without restraint. They surrounded Song Wanqing and clapped their hands excitedly, spewing out all kinds of praise and admiration as if they were free. A bright smile spread across Song Wanqing's lips.

She motioned for everyone to be quiet, and then said, "Confucius said: Don't talk while eating—"

"Don't talk when you are asleep! Even if you have simple food, such as vegetable soup or melon offerings, you must keep them in order! If the table is not straight, don't sit down. If the villagers are drinking, and those with sticks leave, then leave..."

The children answered questions fluently and had memorized the words of Confucius in the Book of Songs.

Song Wanqing looked at the children in front of her with a relieved expression.

Cheng Qian'an looked at Song Wanqing, his eyes depicting her face, and inexplicable emotions surged in his heart, like a gurgling stream, flowing through his heart.