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Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

# luckyblessing # regulardrama When a gas tank exploded, Jian Qingqing transmigrated into the body of a little girl who had just died of starvation. Looking at the skinny, starving family living in a worn-down house that did little to shield them from the rainstorm outside, Jian Qingqing felt that she would soon die again. But she hadn’t expected her kitchen to follow her through time. Looking at the abundance of supplies in it, Jian Qingqing’s eyes lit up. Great! She wasn’t going to die this time! Using the supplies in the kitchen, Jian Qingqing led her family as they opened up the land for farming and building houses. Unexpectedly, the high-yield grains led the entire country out of poverty. Everyone praised Miss Jian as a God that had descended to earth! She developed a method to process coarse salt into fine salt so that people could eat it with ease. The Emperor's face was filled with tears as he said, "Miss Jian is really my lucky star!" In the end, the whole world was unified and shouted, “All of this is due to Miss Jian’s hard work!” Jian Qingqing said, "I just like to grow crops. I didn’t do anything!" After her success, Jian Qingqing planned to find a nice, obedient husband to bring home. But what was up with the legendary prince who was ruthless, indifferent, and could stop children from crying? Why was he always appearing beside her? Ming Zhiyan said, "I’m nice and obedient. Why don’t you marry me, Qingqing?" Looking at the man who was clearly a wolf pretending to be an obedient dog, Jian Qingqing fell into deep thought.

Gardenia White Moonlight · General
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507 Chs

Cutting Bamboo

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Among the children, only Jian Qingqing and Xiao Hu could ride a horse. Xiao Hu knew that he could learn to ride a horse and had been riding the horse for the past few days. He was not afraid of the pain in his legs.

Jian Qingqing gave a smug smile to Xiao Lang. "Who told you to be so short? You can ride a horse when you're as tall as me."

Xiao Lang crossed his arms and snorted.

These days, it had always been the few of them who sat in the same carriage, while Old Man Jian, Father Jian, and Mothe Jian were in another carriage.

In this carriage, Xiao Ye was focused on memorizing the content of a book. Xiao Lang was playing with his toys, and Jian Qingqing was the only one who was bored.

She looked left and right, and her interest was piqued. She put away all Xiao Lang's toys and picked Xiao Ye up. "Don't read, Xiao Ye. Reading in the carriage is bad for your eyes."