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Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills

Chu Qingzhi, a modern cultivator, went down to earth to experience love. She was forced to transmigrate into the body of a peasant girl in the ancient past. Her family had a total of nine children. She had no choice but to shoulder the burden of supporting the family. She used spells to tame a tiger as her mount, a black bear as her guardian, a wolf as a helper, and a monkey as the pathfinder. They went hunting together. She then sold ice cream, which she made using an ice spell, on the streets. She planted herbs for medicine, offered clinical diagnosis and treatment to patients, and attracted princes and nobles who fought over her. Even the emperor addressed her with a respected title. To become immortal, she supported her family while searching for a husband. *** Ever since the poorest family in the village brought their daughter home, they thought their lives would only get tougher. To their surprise, they started building a house and buying land... They didn't just bring their daughter home, but they brought the God of Fortune home! *** A general, who even the princess refused to marry, returned to the country to rest for some time. Suddenly, he married a peasant girl. Just as everyone waited for them to be ridiculed, dignitaries came to visit one after another. The empress dowager held Chu Qingzhi's hand. "Qingzhi, will you be my younger sister?" The emperor looked Chu Qingzhi up and down. "My lady, are you willing to join my harem?" The crown prince grabbed Chu Qingzhi's sleeve. "Qingzhi, I want ice cream."

Beyond the Moon · Lịch sử
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
1054 Chs

On the Way Forward

Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations

Two days later, on the road to Linzhang City.

A troop of twenty thousand soldiers, marching majestically, escorting food, medicinal materials, and seeds.

At the forefront of the troop rode a young man with a commanding presence and a young woman in green, both emanating an air of valor and determination.

The troop maintained strict military discipline, with only the sound of orderly footsteps and no chatter.

Suddenly, the curtain of a carriage at the rear of the column was pulled aside, and a chubby boy half-emerged, complaining loudly, "I want to rest. My butt hurts, and I don't want to sit in the carriage anymore!"

He was the grandson of the Prime Minister, clad in brocade, with a chubby face and small, squinty eyes, the epitome of a pampered and spoiled young master.

No one paid him any mind, and the troop continued its march.