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

"Yes, such a big lump?" A brave man came up and knocked on it, and found that it was made of steel. He was surprised and said, "It's made of copper or iron. I have lived for so many years and have never seen such exquisite craftsmanship!"

Song Wanqing smiled but said nothing. This thing was like a fairy tale to these ancient people, because the iron smelting technology was not mature in this era, let alone grinding the iron into pieces and then combining them into various combinations.

She motioned for everyone to be quiet, and said slowly, "Everyone, now is the critical period for farming, but there has been little rain recently and the ground is hard, so loosening the soil has become particularly difficult. In order to speed up everyone's farming efficiency, I asked someone to build these two things."

She walked to the tiller, picked up a bucket of oil and poured it into the tank, saying, "This water is called oil. Pour it into the tank of the machine and you can start the machine to loosen the soil automatically."

"Everyone, watch how I use it. I'll demonstrate it first." After loading the oil, Song Wanqing tied up her black hair and sat directly on the tiller. She grabbed the threshold line with her small hands and exerted force suddenly. A roar sounded over the wilderness.

Amid everyone's exclamations, the tiller began to move forward. Wherever it went, the compacted soil was turned over, making it just the right level of looseness needed for cultivation.

Someone shouted: "Oh my God, what is this!?"

"It can move on its own? I've never seen that before!"

Song Wanqing drove the tiller to loosen the soil for about twenty meters, which took less than half a quarter of an hour. If the soil had been loosened manually, it might not have taken half an hour to complete.

The villagers followed closely. Song Wanqing jumped off the tiller, a smile on her pretty face. "I have just demonstrated how to use it. Who wants to try it?"

"I me me!"

The villagers signed up actively and were curious about how to use the tiller and seed drill. After one day, almost all the men had learned how to use it.

As he left, Song Wanqing clearly felt that his merit points were increasing exponentially.

She changed some panaceas and went to find Dabao, Erbao and Cheng Qian'an, feeding them one by one.

These panaceas could effectively cure the physical illnesses that several people had suffered in the past. As soon as they swallowed them, their faces became visibly rosy.

"Mom, what is this? My body feels so warm!" Erbao looked at her with his clear eyes, full of curiosity.

"A good thing that can make the second baby healthier." Song Wanqing blinked smartly.

Cheng Size's black eyelashes trembled slightly, hiding the surprise in his eyes.

He felt as if he had endless energy. This pill was truly magical!

Song Wanqing played with her second baby for a while before she looked up. Her fine black hair hung down on her face, her skin as white as cream and her eyes as bright as a glance, she looked like a fairy.

Cheng Qian'an's eyes suddenly darkened, and he looked at Song Wanqing, with something faintly rolling in his dark eyes.

Song Wanqing's voice sounded at this time: "Qian, do you feel a little better?"

"Yeah." He pursed his thin lips and a hoarse and low voice came out from his throat.

Hearing this, Song Wanqing raised her eyes and looked at him with some doubt. Why did she feel that Cheng Qi'an's voice was a little wrong just now? It must be her illusion.

Song Wanqing shook her head, coaxed the two little guys out of the door, and then looked at Cheng Qian'an's face carefully.

There was still an undisguised idiocy in his eyes, but when he looked at Song Wanqing, he smiled like a child. Song Wanqing curled the corners of her mouth slightly and teased, "Husband, why do you always secretly look at me alone lately?"

Cheng Qian'an was stunned and lowered his head in panic, refusing to speak as if he had done something wrong.

Song Wanqing was amused by his appearance and covered her mouth and said, "If you want to look at me, just look at me generously. Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

Cheng Qian nodded, and suddenly pointed at the table and said, "Madam, what is this?"

Song Wanqing looked at the table and saw the book she had exchanged for from the exchange shop. She picked up the book with her scallion-white hands and waved it in front of Cheng Qian'an. She whispered, "Qian'an, do you like it?"

Excitement showed on Cheng Qian'an's face. He took it and read it with great interest. I don't know whether he understood it or not.

There was a flash of surprise in Song Wanqing's eyes. She got this book from an exchange shop, thinking that she could study it in her free time to deal with the rebel party organization. She didn't expect that Cheng Qian'an would be interested in it?

An idea flashed through Song Wanqing's mind, and she pointed to the page tentatively and said, "Qian, what does it say? Can you tell me?"

"Madam, this is, killing someone with a borrowed knife. That is, I want to kill the bad guy, but I borrowed your knife, so others will think that you killed the person." Cheng Qian'an said without hesitation, gesticulating, and then buried his head in the book.

Song Wanqing's face gradually became solemn, and her dark eyes were filled with thoughts. She asked, "Why do you want to borrow my knife?"

"Because, my wife can borrow."

As soon as the words fell, the room fell into terrifying silence.

For the first time, Song Wanqing smelled murderous intent from Cheng Qian'an, but there was still a smile on his face, tinged with pampering and affection. He didn't look like a cunning person at all. It must be her illusion.

But... Cheng Qian'an's talent in military strategy is indeed astonishing. I thought he had the intelligence of a five or six-year-old child who couldn't even recognize a few big characters, let alone understand the essence of killing someone with a borrowed knife.

Song Wanqing's eyes were complicated. She couldn't help but start to worry about Cheng Qi'an's future. Could such a person be so wise as to appear foolish?

At night, a cold wind suddenly blew.

The sky was dark and Song Wanqing had just finished washing up and was about to go to sleep when a loud explosion suddenly sounded.

"Madam Song! Madam Song!"

Outside the door, someone was shouting and knocking in panic.

Song Wanqing's eyes darkened, she put on some comfortable clothes and went out. Almost everyone in the village gathered around her, all with fear on their faces. Someone said in a sad voice, "Madam Song, someone is leading people to the top of the mountain. Many people are already injured below. What should we do?"

Everyone has already regarded Song Wanqing as the backbone, and they all stared with wide eyes, expecting her to lead everyone to resolve this crisis.

There was frost on Song Wanqing's face, and his eyes fell on the village gate. Some people were already guarding it with weapons in hand.

Who would attack the village at night? Did they think she was a vegetarian?

"Those who know martial arts, take up your swords and follow me to fight these little guys! Women and children, stay at home and don't go out easily, wait for us to come back!" Song Wanqing said, and then looked at a woman, "Auntie, I'll leave my two children to you for the time being."

"Don't worry, Madam Song." The woman pulled the two little ones from behind Song Wanqing and reminded them worriedly: "You must come back safely!"

Song Wanqing nodded and looked at Cheng Qi'an, "Qi'an, you come with me."

Cheng Qian'an had a stern face with hard lines and a strong heroic spirit between his brows. He drew a long sword and put it on his body, then walked down the mountain with the large group.

The woods were chilly and chilly. Song Wanqing and his party had only walked half a mile when they caught a glimpse of a group of dark shadows swaying rapidly behind the grass.

"There!" Without thinking, Song Wanqing threw the farm doll out and shouted, "Catch them!"