Farming with kids: My deceased husband returns and I spoil him rotten.

Upon hearing Shang Qing's words, the father and son were taken aback, but then they felt it was only natural. They nodded, picked up her tools, and headed towards the back mountain.

But halfway there, he felt the villagers pointing and whispering at him, and looked up at them.

"You're all very free? Why don't you go to the city to work? You'll have an easier time next year."

"Easier said than done. We country folk, with no education whatsoever, would be driven away if we went in. We might as well stay home and chat for a bit."

Upon hearing this, Shang Qing wanted Jiang Shui to ignore it, but then there was a sudden silence.

Thinking the other person was scared, he tried to look away and continue forward, but then he discovered that another couple of men were walking towards him.

As they drew closer, just as Shang Qing was about to greet them, one of the people suddenly knelt down in front of her.

Everyone was stunned, not expecting this outcome.

"What is this? Why are you kneeling before a country bumpkin like me?"

"No, you are different from us. Please, sir, save my family!"

What the hell?

Shang Qing cursed inwardly and was about to rush forward when he heard the other person's words, which sounded like a joke.

"My lord, our family has not had any meat for too long. Please conjure up a live chicken as you did yesterday."

"No, anything that doesn't die is fine, as long as it's edible."

Gu Yu stared at the guy in astonishment, and just as he was about to say something, his arm was grabbed tightly.

"Sir, we are the same. We haven't eaten any meat for many months. Please grant us a meal of meat."

Upon hearing this, the other party simply frowned again, raised his hand as if to explain, but Ebi Shangqing spoke first.

"What are you doing? The master yesterday demonstrated telekinesis, not the old lion's Midas touch. No matter how much you try to persuade him, those things that don't exist won't come to pass."

"Impossible, this is definitely not the one you're talking about. Please, sir, perform the ritual to make our village prosperous."

rich?

She had a solution, but the person in front of her had none, since the system was only in the hands of one person.

Shang Qing shook his head, and then, before he could say anything more, he was interrupted.

"Is this how you beg? With what sincerity?"

"My lord? You mean we still need offerings? But she clearly didn't give anything, and yet she still received your favor."

"Who said she didn't? Is that house yours? Or are you bringing me tea and water again? No need to say anything more, let's go."

With a flick of his sleeve, Gu Yu strode confidently toward Shang Qing, his pace quickening as he swiftly made his way into the back mountain.

The group was not as fast as the other side and was easily left behind.

However, to Shang Qing's surprise, Gu Heng and Gu Tianyou, whose legs were only those of an adult, actually managed to catch up.

However, the other person was panting heavily and unable to speak.

Worried that the child might vomit, Shang Qing handed over the water cup from her waist, letting the child drink a couple of sips before straightening up.

"What exactly happened? Why did you tell people I was some kind of master? And ended up like this?"

"I already explained it to you yesterday, so that you two wouldn't misunderstand me, a widow."

“You two may not care about your reputation, but I’m going back because I have three daughters, and I don’t want them to grow up being pointed at and talked about.”

Gu Yu's words were completely shut down by these words.

Helplessly, he looked at Lao Zong who was walking over. He wanted to suggest that they could set up a house in another location, but Lao Zong interrupted him.

"Madam Shang replied, after all, she had frequent contact with men, even men from other places, so she could only be described as a woman."

"Young Master Lao is indeed reasonable."

Shang Qing nodded in agreement, then turned her gaze to the side, glanced at it briefly, and suddenly stopped.

When the group saw her stop, they naturally stood still and waited for others to catch up.

Unexpectedly, Shang Qing went straight to a tree and threw a red mushroom into his basket.

"Isn't this a poisonous mushroom? Why did Madam Shang pick it up?"

"She must have her reasons for doing this. If you're curious, go ask her yourself."

Gu Tianyou frowned slightly, but in the end he still stepped forward, carefully picked up a piece and handed it over.

Shang Qing was worried that the plant might be poisonous, so he thought about it carefully for a while before putting it in the basket on his back.

"These red mushrooms are sweet and delicious, but they are very easy to pick by mistake. You should go back to work with your father. I'll teach you how to tell the difference later."

"Thank you."

The clear, childlike voice rang out, making Shang Qing unable to help but smile.

But his hands didn't stop moving; instead, he kept his eyes glued to the ground and soon picked a large handful, throwing them into his basket.

After looking around to make sure nothing was missed, he finally looked up at the group of people waiting to set up the traps.

"You should all be doing what you're supposed to be doing. Why are you all waiting for me here?"

"Madam Shang, didn't you say you needed some firewood and asked us to go up the mountain to cut some? But the wood around here is even better for making furniture, so I'd like to ask you what you think we should do?"

Shang Qing glanced at the piece of wood on the ground, thought for a moment, and finally decided to move it to the side.

“Pan’er and the others are getting old, and it’s not really appropriate for them to share a bed with me. It’s better for them to sleep in their own bed.”

"Should I go get some more and deliver them directly to Brother Carpenter later?"

"sorry to bother you."

Lao Zong nodded, and then his men worked in a flurry, quickly cutting down several pieces of wood around them.

These swift movements startled the Gu family father and son, who stood frozen in place for a while before finally managing to force a smile.

"A master is indeed a master; he can handle these farm tools as if they were divine weapons."

Upon hearing this, Lao Zong was stunned again. He wanted to say something more, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

He channeled his inner turmoil into motivation and quickly chopped the wood for the two beds, arranging them neatly to one side.

"I apologize for not thinking things through earlier."

"It's also because I didn't explain this to Young Master Zhao that you've ended up in this absurd situation."

After clearing up his confusion, Gu Yu breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to say something more, but then he felt a weight in his hand.

"Then I'll trouble you to go to the more remote mountains today and fill this basket."

"That's it?"

Shang Qing nodded, and then took Gu Heng to see a good place to cultivate.

"A stranger like him is prone to getting lost. Wouldn't it be better to let Tianyou follow him?"

"I'll go right now, and I promise I won't let the adults get lost."

Before Shang Qing could react, the two had already walked out quickly and disappeared into the woods without a sound.

Helplessly turning her gaze away, she glanced at Gu Heng, who was turning his head away, before walking straight in another direction.