Hiding her pregnancy and divorce, she stopped licking and the general panicked

"Okay, the fever's gone tonight, so I should be fine."

"You guys should recuperate here first. Come back to thank me when you're well."

The two already knew that the one who really saved them was Su Yujiao, and Jin Mudan was just helping out.

Their future master will be the general's wife.

Although I don't know what she will ask them to do, it is better than being humiliated in a brothel.

Moreover, the general's wife looks like a fairy. She is beautiful and kind-hearted. She should not let them do anything that is against the will of heaven.

"Miss, you've found the Taoist alchemist and the person who can make fireworks and firecrackers. When would you like to meet them?"

"Tomorrow, the sooner the better."

The next day, Su Yujiao met the two of them.

Her request was simple. She wanted to spend a large sum of money to ask the two to teach her how to make elixirs and fireworks!

Seeing the generous reward, the two were naturally willing.

Moreover, they knew that the general's wife was of noble status and would naturally not compete with them for their jobs. They probably learned these things just to please their husbands with elixirs and fireworks.

In the next few days, the two taught very seriously and Su Yujiao learned very seriously.

After completing her studies, Su Yujiao bought some raw materials and started to tinker with the formula for gunpowder herself.

She didn't know how to make it, but before she traveled through time, she loved reading time-travel novels. All the protagonists of time-travel novels, regardless of gender, would make gunpowder, and then perform great deeds and dominate a region.

Although she couldn't cook it, she had read a lot of melodramatic novels. She remembered a mnemonic: one sulfur, two nitrates, three charcoal, add a little sugar and you have Big Ivan!

What this means is that to make gunpowder, sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal are needed in a ratio of 1:2:3, and the mixture is black powder.

If you add some sugar, its power will increase dramatically, making it comparable to the king of bombs.

That's why she invited people from the alchemy and fireworks factories to teach her. She wanted to learn the basic mixing methods and find out the sources of the raw materials.

"Miss, the Wei sisters have recovered from their injuries. Miss Mudan asked me to ask if there is anything I can assign to them."

Su Yujiao washed her hands and said, "Take them to the courtyard in the east of the city to meet the children. They will be responsible for teaching them martial arts in the future."

"Yes."

She converted the yard in the east of the city into a charity house, which housed Hu Zi's companions, about thirty children, ranging in age from five to thirteen.

Su Yujiao hired two maids to take care of their daily lives, and also hired a scholar to teach them how to read and do arithmetic, and both boys and girls had to learn.

Of course, she would also set rules. Those who stole, caused trouble, or had bad intentions would be severely punished, and those who refused to change their ways would be kicked out.

Fortunately, these children who have wandered and begged know how difficult life is.

Now that they have been taken in, they are so grateful for their kindness that who would deliberately break the rules?

Su Yujiao would visit them from time to time and help them treat minor illnesses.

Although she had selfish motives in adopting these children, she definitely had no bad intentions.

I just want to train a few useful people so that when I confront Lu Ziqian in the future, I won’t have to fight alone.

Her business with Boss Zhang is still going on. After all, everything requires money, and nothing can be done without money.

In addition to her original business, she also added a winemaking business.

She worked with Boss Zhang. Boss Zhang provided the venue and sales channels, while she provided the brewing technology and marketing plan. The two still split the profits 50-50.

As time goes by, Su Yujiao has endless things to do every day. Although she is very tired, she feels fulfilled.

Whenever she thought about living alone with her children in the future, she felt that life was particularly promising.

"Jiaojiao, your belly doesn't look like it's big. It's not this big at five months. Your belly looks like it's eight months old."

"Did you stuff two pillows in there? Take one out."

As Zhou spoke, she reached out to touch Su Yujiao's belly, scaring her so much that she quickly dodged her hand.

"Mom, you scared me."

Zhou smiled and said, "What are you thinking about? You're so lost in thought. I made such a big noise, but you didn't even hear me?"

"I'm not thinking about anything, I'm just a little worried about my husband."

"You young people are so noisy. You quarrel all day long when you are together, and you miss each other when you are apart."

Su Yujiao smiled slightly and didn't take advantage of the opportunity to talk about it. She didn't want to think about it. She hadn't thought about Lu Ziqian once during this period of time.

"Jiaojiao, your belly doesn't look like it."

Zhou reminded again.

Su Yujiao explained: "Mom, I went to see that peasant woman a few days ago. Her belly was just this big. I pretended to be like her."

"The peasant woman said they were probably twins and asked if I could have both. She really couldn't afford to raise them, and the children would suffer if they lived with them, without enough food and clothing."

"I thought I'd just get both. I love kids, so I never have too many."

Mrs. Zhou nodded: "Okay, two is two. One more child means one more hope. Anyway, our family can afford it."

"Mother believes you can raise them well. Look how well you raise Zhou Ge'er. Even your own children are no better."

"He's been getting closer to you lately. It's obvious that he truly thinks of you as his mother."

Su Yujiao looked at the child who was swinging on the swing with Xiao Huihui not far away, and felt extremely guilty.

Having accidentally involved the child, all she could do was to be nicer to him, teach him to read and write, teach him to distinguish right from wrong, and teach him to be upright.

"Mom, what is that?"

Zhou Ge'er pointed to the craftsmen working in a corner of the garden and things he had never seen before.

Su Yujiao pointed at the amusement facilities and introduced them one by one: "That's a slide, that's a trampoline, and that round one is a carousel."

"Mother built a playground especially for you. Once it's finished, you can play with your brothers and sisters."

"Ohhhh, Mommy is so nice."

Zhou Ge'er's cheers attracted many children, who sat in a row together, watched the craftsmen work attentively, and couldn't wait to play.

Even Little Huihui was particularly cheerful, jumping around the children.

The little guy is getting fatter and fatter, and more and more like a cat, without any of the ferocious look he had on the snowy mountains.

The main reason is that life in the general's mansion is too leisurely. It has food and drink and no natural enemies. Every day it either lazily basks in the sun or plays with the children.

Su Yujiao looked at the scene of several children clapping and eating fruit together, and couldn't help but touch her big belly, imagining the happy scene of the child playing with his brothers and sisters after he was born.

Some time ago, she didn't feel anything, but with the baby's fetal movement, she felt deeply that she was really going to be a mother.

Although she often feels inexplicably sad and wants to cry due to the influence of hormones.

Especially when it is late at night, when it is difficult to turn over and there is no one to accompany her, she will feel particularly wronged and helpless.

But the baby in her belly seemed to be able to feel her emotions, and as long as she cried, the baby would move frequently.

She would feel healed instantly by touching the bulging little hands and feet through her belly.

It seemed as if all the suffering became insignificant at this moment.

She also changed from being surprised, calculating, and letting things take their course to being cautious, expectant, and anxious now.