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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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When his name was called, Xiao Hu racked his brain for a while before hesitantly saying, "30 percent?"

"If you think it's 30, then say 30!"

"It's 30 percent!" Xiao Hu nodded his head with certainty.

Jian Qingqing snapped her fingers, "That's right, it's 30%. But because you forgot to pay before, I told the Emperor to take an extra 20 percent. Is that okay?"

Xiao Hu and Xiao Lang both let out an 'ah'. Xiao Lang subconsciously covered his pocket and said unwillingly, "Then do we have to pay half of the money?"

Jian Qingqing patted his head. "Why? you don't want to? What do you want so much money for? I've already given you half of it, but you still have a lot more, don't you?"

Xiao Lang puffed up his face and shook his head. "No way. My money was taken by Mother. I only have a little bit of it now."