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Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

When she woke up, she had transmigrated into An Jiuyue, a woman living with two young children on a mountain after her husband abandoned her. She was pushed to the ground, and now, there was a bloody wound on her head. With only a handful of rice left in the rice bag, she had relied on digging wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger every day. Her children were so often starved that they were all skin and bones. On top of that, a wicked woman threatened her to sell her son! If she refused, the woman would snatch him away forcefully. But An Jiuyue took a deep breath, revealed her sharp claws, beat the woman up, and threw her out of the house. She could show the woman she was not to be messed with! They were out of rice and vegetables now, but she was not afraid. Acquiring food using her spatial abilities was as easy as curling her fingers! Moreover, her spatial abilities were unlimited, and her medical skills did not deteriorate. She could no doubt earn money and raise her children well! As for her ex-husband… The prince, who had returned from the battlefield, smiled maliciously. "My beloved concubine, please calm down. I brought back a mountain of gold from the battlefield as a gift for you and our children."

Slightly Attractive · Urban
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1484 Chs

Quite Tiring to Have Nothing to Do

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

"Is there any work you want me to do?" he asked.

"I see!" An Feng believed him and nodded earnestly. "You can do some light work. Miss Qian is bundling straw over there. Why don't you go do that?"

Upon hearing this, An Gouzi looked in Qian Yiyun's direction and saw her bundling straw. It was an easy task, and he knew how to do it.

However, he glanced in An Jiuyue's direction.

He suspected An Jiuyue would come over and beat him up to vent her anger if he snatched Qian Yiyun's job.

No, An Jiuyue would definitely do it!

"That's a woman's job. How can I do it? I'd better chop wood."

He shook his head and decided not to snatch Qian Yiyun's job. It was safer to chop firewood as he would not be beaten up.

"You can chop the wood slowly since you're not well, Brother Dog. We'll do the rest," An Feng reminded worriedly.

"Got it, got it," An Gouzi responded weakly, but he wondered if he could really chop slowly.