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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 · 综合
分數不夠
507 Chs

Lin Zhiqing Had Already Left

編輯: EndlessFantasy Translation

After Mother Jian went out to investigate, Jian Qingqing continued to wander around the village, recording the data of those crops.

There were already many sweet potatoes and corn that had sprouted. Perhaps the soil in this era was relatively barren, and there was no modern fertilizer to serve them. These crops were generally listless, and they still looked relatively thin and small at the moment.

The seeds of this batch of crops were all left behind after Jian Qingqing had planted them once or twice. Simply put, they had already lived in this era for two generations and were gradually adapting to the conditions of this era. The yield might decrease year by year, it was just that she did not know how much it would decrease.