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Looking After a Battle God With Hundreds of Billions in Supplies

After transmigrating, Su Ying, Major General of the End Times War Troops, became a b*tch who conspired with a jerk to murder her husband. As soon as she transmigrated, she found herself stuck with two children and a handicapped husband who could end her life at any moment. Su Ying waved her hand dismissively. This was a piece of cake compared to the injuries she had dealt with on the battlefield. She had even suffered from not having food or water whilst being hunted down. This was a walk in a park. Su Ying had her own space for resources. She had meat in one hand and alcohol in the other. She'd kill every assassin who came her way. Not only was she able to heal her handicapped husband, but she also managed to raise her children well. She built a house and farmland around it. She eventually established her own civilization and empire. She was the queen of her own nation. Once her husband fully recovered, she helped him by clearing his name and getting back everything that belonged to him in Shangjing. She then tossed divorce papers on the table so that they could part ways and enjoy their own lives away from each other. He clenched his jaw. "Try getting a divorce if you dare!" Her two children wrapped their arms around her legs. "Mommy, don't you want your babies anymore?" Su Ying placed one hand on her forehead. Fine, I'll take them all!

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If We Want to Be Rich, Build a Road First

Redakteur: Dragon Boat Translation

  The food that Su Ying got people to send here could last them at least half a month.

 However, she did not distribute all the food at once. Instead, she told them to come and collect the food once every three days.

 It was already spring, but the weather was still a little cold. The clothes the villagers wore were very thin. If they wanted to sleep well at night, they had to burn charcoal for warmth.

 Su Ying transferred a few people who knew how to make charcoal from the city and told them to teach these villagers how to make the most basic charcoal. This would at least enable them to be self-sufficient.

 If there were excess charcoal, the black-robed men would gather them and sell them. Thereafter, the silver they received would be returned to the villagers. This would also help provide them with an additional source of income.

 "City Lord, what are you looking at?"