Divorced woman with child travels through time

"What do you mean?" Chu Yi closed the door and came over, just in time to see Chen Wenfang holding up a silver-plated, sapphire-encrusted object in front of Wang Erniu.

Even someone as knowledgeable as Wang Erniu looked at himself clearly in the mirror with surprise. So this was his face! Every wrinkle and every eyelash was so clearly visible.

"Wife, this thing is amazing!" Wang Erniu looked at himself in the mirror.

"Godmother, how did you make this thing?" Chu Yi stared wide-eyed at Wang Erniu inside the mirror, then looked at the mirror and then at Wang Erniu again. It was exactly the same, but compared to the bronze mirror, it was worlds apart.

A-Yue ate the melon seeds with a grin, admiring their naive and unworldly appearance, just like her own.

"How it all came about is a complicated story. Here, take a look at yourself!" Chen Wenfang said with a smile, handing it to him.

When Chu Yi took it, the boy inside was all smiles, his sword-like eyebrows sparkling with heroic spirit, he was very lively.

It was as if I was seeing myself for the first time in the first year of junior high school. I touched my face in surprise, and my reflection in the mirror also touched my face. With this thing, I could make as much money as I wanted in the future.

"Godmother!" Chu Yi carefully placed it back in Chen Wenfang's hand, afraid of breaking it. "This treasure must be kept safe."

"What are you buying... I'm going to sell it. How much do you think this mirror would cost?" Chen Wenfang casually wrapped the items up.

"Well, the silver plating alone isn't cheap; it must cost at least a hundred taels," A-Yue said, adding that unfortunately, she couldn't afford it.

"I think we can set it a bit higher. Scarcity makes things valuable, so how about five hundred taels?" Chu Yi said cautiously.

"But what if it goes into mass production later?"

"That probably won't be easy to do either, and it can't be cheap either. At least not right now." Chu Yi reserved his opinion.

"How about we let the Jiang family sell this in the future? The Jiang family are imperial merchants; they can sell anything, no matter how expensive." Wang Erniu pulled her into his arms.

“That works too!” Chen Wenfang naturally leaned over.

Ah Yue felt a pang of jealousy; she was being fed dog food again. Ah Xing went straight to the military camp as soon as he got back, and was busy day and night.

In this batch, Shen Jianwei polished a total of about twenty mirrors of various sizes and handed them all over to Chen Wenfang. As for the materials, Chen Wenfang would provide them as long as he asked. The raw materials for these twenty mirrors alone cost over a hundred taels of silver, and he didn't have enough manpower.

Chen Wenfang asked him what kind of person he wanted, but Shen Jianwei was a strange character and insisted on finding someone himself, telling Chen Wenfang to give whatever money she wanted. Fine, Chen Wenfang casually took out a two-thousand-tael silver note and handed it over. Anyway, he just needed to deliver the goods to her in the future; nothing else mattered.

The fifth day of the third lunar month is the day of Jingzhe (Awakening of Insects), an auspicious

The miserable Jiang Zhiben brothers led several thousand people to Liushui Town, a small town on the outskirts of Quanzhou City by the sea.

Town official Kong Sen, along with several inspectors and a group of villagers, was waiting for them at the crossroads. As soon as they saw them, he came over with a big smile.

"Oh, Lord Jiang, you've come! You've worked so hard, you've worked so hard. We're relieved to have you here!"

"Come on, come on, let's set off firecrackers!"

With a loud shout, a flurry of firecrackers exploded, and the cheers of the people made it seem as if they had won a battle.

Jiang Zhiben's expression softened, and he forced a smile. "We have led three thousand soldiers here on the general's orders to help the farmers. Please, Lord Kong, provide us with a list of specific farmers who need our assistance so we can finish our work and return home as soon as possible."

After saying that, he glanced at the two young men dressed in black clothes beside him.

"Oh, no problem, no problem. And who are these two?" Kong Sen asked, pointing to two people with clear, scholarly eyes.

"They are inspectors, Lord Kong need not concern himself with them, make the arrangements quickly." Jiang Zhiben sighed imperceptibly. Being a soldier was so humiliating. What kind of good people would send their soldiers to farm for these poor people... It was really annoying.

"Yes, Lord Kong, please give us the poor peasant handbook so we can take a look." The tall, white-haired student stretched out his hand in a serious manner, speaking without any hint of tact.

"Huh?? This...this...I..." Kong Sen fumbled with his clothes, feeling a bit flustered. He hadn't prepared at all; he thought these soldiers were just going through the motions, but who knew they were actually going to farm.

"Brother Changbai, take note! Kong Sen of Liushui Town has not prepared a poor peasant handbook." The tall, white man looked at him and said, word by word.

"Okay!" Li Changbai took out the booklet and wrote it down.

"Ah, don't rush, I'll go get it, it'll be quick." Kong Sen almost pounced on her.

Seeing Kong Sen's constipated appearance, Jiang Zhiben's earlier gloom vanished. Indeed, happiness is built upon the suffering of others.

Jiang Zhiben was secretly delighted. He reached out to block him, gloating, "Others need at least five days to do this. How could you possibly have time? The notice came down half a month ago. Where were you all this time!"

After saying that, she turned to the tall, white man in a fawning manner and said, "Brother Gu Ming, shall we stick to the usual way?"

"Okay!" Gu Ming nodded. "Go and move the table over!"

"Okay!" Jiang Zhiben left with a reluctant smile. Strangely enough, he was always unwilling to come, but once he finished the work, especially after helping the poor people plant their crops, when they knelt down to thank him with tears and snot streaming down their faces, he felt at ease. It was always like this.

Jiang Zhiben had someone bring over tables and chairs, and pointed to Kong Sen, who was standing next to him with a long face, and said, "Go, have the patrolman notify the village chief to bring over the people in their families who need help to register. Even if you haven't done anything, we still have to do things for you."

"Fine!" Kong Sen left dejectedly.

Li Changbai and his companion sat in chairs, grinding the ink and waiting for the person to arrive.

Li Changbai unfolded the booklet and asked in a low voice, "Senior, the general ordered us to monitor these officials like this. Aren't you afraid? What if they retaliate against us?"

“He wouldn’t dare!” Gu Ming wrote a single word with his pen, speaking calmly, “The students who entered the Pacification Commission this time are actually all reserve officials. These local officials receive salaries from the imperial court and only know how to bully and oppress the people. Such people are not worthy of sitting in that position.”

"Besides, we read, write, and write articles to speak up for the people and protect our country, right? Or are you afraid?" Gu Ming put down his pen and looked at him intently.

Li Changbai immediately waved his hand nervously, sweat beading on his forehead, "No, no, no, I didn't, I just have some questions."

Gu Ming withdrew his gaze, picked up his pen again, and said in a low voice, "Besides, fortune favors the bold. If mediocre and incompetent people like them don't go down, how will we have a chance to sit up there..."

"The Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves... Even if you rise to the top, if you don't work hard, you'll still be pushed down."

Li Changbai froze, no longer speaking.

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