"Alright, the fever has gone down tonight, so you should be fine."
"You should stay here and recover first. Come back to thank me when you've fully healed."
The two already knew that it was Su Yujiao who had truly saved them, and that Jin Mudan had only been helping out.
Their future mistress will be that general's wife.
Although they didn't know what she would make them do, it was still better than being humiliated in a brothel.
Moreover, the general's wife is as beautiful as a fairy, and she looks kind and gentle. She shouldn't let them do anything immoral.
"Miss, the alchemist and fireworks maker you asked us to find have been found. When would you like to see them?"
"Tomorrow, the sooner the better."
The next day, Su Yujiao met the two of them.
Her request was simple: pay a large sum of money to have two people teach her how to refine elixirs and how to make fireworks!
Seeing the substantial reward, the two were naturally willing.
Furthermore, they know that the general's wife is of high status and would naturally not compete with them for their livelihood. They probably learned these things in order to please their husbands with elixirs and fireworks.
Over the next few days, the two taught very diligently, and Su Yujiao learned very diligently as well.
After completing her studies, Su Yuqiao bought some raw materials and experimented with gunpowder formulas herself.
She didn't know how to make it; she just loved reading time-travel novels before she transmigrated. In those novels, regardless of gender, the protagonists who transmigrated always made gunpowder, then made great contributions and dominated their respective regions.
Although she couldn't cook, she had read plenty of melodramatic novels. She remembered a saying: "One part sulfur, two parts saltpeter, three parts charcoal, add a little sugar, and you're good to go!"
This refers to the fact that making gunpowder requires sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal in a ratio of 1:2:3, which together form black powder.
Adding a little sugar increases its power dramatically, making it comparable to the King of Bombs.
That's why she invited people from the alchemy and fireworks factories to teach her. She wanted to learn the basic mixing methods and, incidentally, the source of the raw materials.
“Miss, the Wei sisters have recovered. Miss Peony asked me to inquire if there is anything she wants them to do.”
Su Yujiao washed her hands and said, "Take them to the courtyard in the east of the city to meet the children. They will be responsible for teaching the children martial arts from now on."
"yes."
She converted the courtyard in the east of the city into a charity hall, where she took in Tiger's companions, about thirty children ranging in age from five to thirteen.
Su Yujiao hired two old women to take care of their daily lives and also hired a scholar to teach them to read and do arithmetic, regardless of gender.
Of course, she also sets rules. Those who steal, cause trouble, or have bad intentions will be severely punished, and those who repeatedly fail to correct their behavior will be expelled.
Fortunately, these children who have been homeless and begging know how hard life is.
Now that they've been taken in, they're so grateful they wouldn't even have time to appreciate it. Who would deliberately break the rules?
Su Yujiao would also visit them from time to time and help them treat their minor ailments.
She adopted these children, and although she had ulterior motives, she certainly didn't have any bad intentions.
The goal was simply to cultivate a few capable individuals so that they wouldn't have to fight alone when confronting Lu Ziqian in the future.
Her business with Boss Zhang continued, after all, everything requires money, and you can't do anything without it.
In addition to her original business, she also added a winemaking business.
She collaborated with Mr. Zhang, who provided the venue and sales channels, while she provided the brewing technology and marketing plans. The two still split the profits 50/50.
As time went by, Su Yujiao was always busy with something, and although she was very tired, she felt very fulfilled.
The thought of living alone with her child in the future gives her a sense of hope.
"Jiaojiao, your belly doesn't look like it's fuller than it is. It's not this big at five months. Your belly looks like you're eight months pregnant."
"Did you stuff two pillows in there? Take one out."
As Zhou spoke, she reached out to touch Su Yujiao's stomach, which startled Su Yujiao so much that she quickly dodged her hand.
"Mom, you scared me!"
Zhou laughed: "What are you thinking about? You were so engrossed in your thoughts. Didn't you hear the commotion I made?"
"I wasn't thinking about anything, I was just a little worried about my husband."
“You young people are really noisy. When you’re together, you argue all the time, but when you’re apart, you miss each other.”
Su Yujiao smiled slightly, not wanting to bring up the topic. She hadn't thought of Lu Ziqian even once during this period.
"Jiaojiao, your belly doesn't look real."
Mr. Zhou reminded him again.
Su Yujiao explained, "Mother, I went to see that peasant woman a few days ago. Her belly is this big, and I dressed up to look like her."
"The farmer said it was probably twins and asked if I could have both. She really couldn't afford to raise them. The children would suffer if they were with them and didn't have enough to eat or wear."
“I thought I might as well bring both of them. I love children and I can never have too many.”
Mrs. Zhou nodded: "Okay, two it is. More children mean more hope. Anyway, we can afford to raise them."
"Mother believes you can raise them well. Look how well you've raised Zhou-ge'er. Even your own children aren't this good."
“He’s been clinging to you more lately; you can tell he truly sees you as his mother.”
Su Yujiao looked at the child not far away who was swinging on the swing with Little Grey, and felt extremely guilty.
She accidentally dragged her child into this mess, and all she could do was treat him better and better, teach him to read and write, teach him to distinguish right from wrong, and teach him to be upright and honest.
"Mother, what is that?"
Zhou Ge'er pointed to the craftsmen working on a corner of the garden, as well as things he had never seen before.
Su Yujiao pointed to the amusement facilities and introduced them one by one: "That's a slide, that's a trampoline, and that round one is a carousel."
"Your mother built this playground especially for you. Once it's finished, you can play with your older brothers and sisters."
"Oh, oh, oh, Mother is so good."
Zhou Ge'er's joyful shouts attracted many children, who sat in a row and watched the craftsmen work attentively, eager to play.
Even Little Grey was exceptionally cheerful, jumping and skipping around the children.
This little guy is getting fatter and fatter, and is looking more and more like a cat, completely unlike his fierce appearance on the snowy mountain.
The main problem is that life at the General's Mansion is too leisurely. There's plenty of food and drink, and no natural enemies. Every day, it either lazily sunbathes its belly or plays with the children.
As Su Yujiao watched the children patting each other and eating fruit, she couldn't help but stroke her big belly, imagining the happy scene of her child playing with his older brothers and sisters after he was born.
A while ago, she didn't feel anything, but as her baby started moving, she realized that she was really going to be a mother.
Although she often feels inexplicably sad and wants to cry due to hormonal influences.
She feels particularly wronged and helpless, especially when it's late at night, she has difficulty turning over in bed, and there's no one to keep her company.
But the baby in her womb seemed to sense her emotions; whenever she cried, the baby would move frequently.
She feels instantly healed when she touches the bulging little hands and feet through her belly.
It was as if all the suffering had become insignificant at this moment.
She went from initial surprise, calculation, and acceptance to her current cautiousness, anticipation, and trepidation.
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