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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.

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Song Yuancheng Was So Angry That He Vomited Blood

Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation

Looking at the venomous expression on Madam Song's face, Song Yuancheng gave her a tight slap and knocked out her teeth. However, she no longer had the strength to cry out in pain.

Song Yuancheng smiled and said, "You still want to wait for your son to save you, don't you? Don't even think about it. After I'm done with you, I'll take care of your children one by one!"

Madam Song's already dispirited face looked at him with fear.

Song Yuancheng sneered, "Who knows if I'll plant all the remaining sons of a fickle sl*t like you! Don't worry, after you all die, I'll marry another wife and give birth to my own son."

The more he saw Madam Song's frightened look, the more excited Song Yuancheng became. When it was finally over, he ordered Zhuo Darong, "Go and find a doctor for her. Don't let her die, or I'll hold you responsible! I want to keep her and torture her slowly!"