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Spatial Farm Life: Raising My Kid, Abusing Scum, and Keeping Busy With Life

She was a cute and tomboyish girl attending a prestigious national university in the 21st century. However, little did anyone know that she was actually a secret agent groomed by a certain organization since childhood. She was about to face her graduation exams when she returned from a mission. But during a break, she dozed off on her desk and unexpectedly discovered that she had transmigrated to an ancient era. Not only did she lose her delicate appearance and the modern high-tech advancements, but she also became a discarded woman of low status! Surprisingly, she embraced this new life and said it suited her perfectly. From then on, the so-called demure girl cultivated the land and occasionally dealt with annoying troublemakers. She proclaimed, "Life is boring, but encountering troublemakers is great." The male lead said, "We have our fair share of troublemakers in my household. Coincidentally, my son lacks a mother. Would the young lady be willing to join my family and live together?"

Blake Curtain · History
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406 Chs

That Old Stingy Man Would Return the Gift?

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Every compartment had something in it – combs, earrings, silver hairpins, bracelets. Qiao Mai couldn't help but laugh.

She bent down and opened another box. Inside were rolls of fabric, the worst being fine cotton, along with a few pieces of satin.

Opening yet another box, there were various colors of gauze, perfect for use in the summer.

In another box was an entire set of porcelain dishes – new plates and bowls.

Opening another box, there was more porcelain – several exquisite tea sets.

In another box was a decorative piece. It seemed like Wang Jiaru had prepared things missing from Qiao Mai's house.

In the last box were paper, brushes, and ink – Well, at least Qiao Mai wouldn't need to buy these for the next six months.

The items weren't very valuable, but they were what her family needed at the moment. Wang Jiaru had really put thought into it.

When Yuan Jiaqi returned, he carried a basket into the house.

"What's this?"