Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

Old Man Jian saw this and scolded her. “Big Sister, what are you doing? Don’t bully him just because he dotes on you.”

Mother Jian knew that the two were flirting, but thinking that they were engaged, she decided to turn a blind eye and pretend not to see it.

Jian Qingqing guiltily stuck out her tongue and whispered to Ming Zhiyan, “I’ll let you off.”

Ming Zhiyan blushed and replied in a low voice, “Thank you for letting me go.”

The three little kids were very excited about the fact that Ming Zhiyan was staying the night here. It was quite a fresh feeling to see him early in the morning.

“Brother-in-law, are you going to live here forever?” Xiao Lang asked loudly.

Ming Zhiyan subconsciously glanced at Jian Qingqing and replied, “No, I still have to go back.”

Xiao Lang immediately howled in disappointment.

Old Man Jian knocked on him and said, “What the hell are you screaming for?! Your Brother-in-law hasn’t even married your sister yet, how can he live here?”

Xiao Lang immediately looked at Jian Qingqing in anticipation, “Then, Sister, when are you going to marry Brother-in-law?

“It’s still a few years away,” Jian Qingqing said with a smile.

Xiao Lang wailed in disappointment, “Brother-in-law, can you marry Sister earlier?

Ming Zhiyan glanced at Jian Qingqing and smiled. “I can’t do that. If you miss me, you can come and find me anytime.”

Xiao Lang reluctantly sighed, “Alright.”

After the engagement, the two did not have much time to meet again. It was the harvest season now, and they both had their own things to do.

After that, Ming Zhiyan went to another place to settle some matters. He was gone for two months, and when he came back, it was already snowing in the Capital.

After the harvest, the people all over the country were full of smiles. Now, most of the people had grown high-yield crops. Although they were not living a rich life, at least they would not go hungry.

After the people had abundant food, Jian Qingqing proposed that the Emperor

build grain processing factories in various places and sell the processed grain to other countries. This way, they could make money from other countries, enrich their own country, and weaken other countries.

The Emperor laughed and praised Jian Qingqing’s brilliant idea.

As for why Jian Qingqing did not open her own factory, it was because she felt that the profit of food was too big. It was better for her not to touch it, or else it would be easy for things to go wrong. Moreover, her current business was enough for her to live a rich life. She had always been an easily satisfied person. After living a good life, she didn’t have much desire for money.

The most important thing was that if she were to start a factory, she would have to do all kinds of things. She did not want to work too much. She was still young and growing. If she was too tired, she would not be able to grow up properly.

So, Ming Zhiyan’s departure was sent by the Emperor to deal with this matter.

On the day he returned, Jian Qingqing had been waiting outside the city.

It was snowing heavily in December, and everywhere was covered in white. Only pedestrians walked on the official road, leaving black dots on the white snow.

Ming Zhiyan saw Jian Qingqing standing by the city gate from a distance. The girl was wearing a red coat and standing in the snow. The white snow kept floating on her body. The girl’s hair was already white, and the coat was also stained with snow.

He felt a warmth in his heart, and the fatigue from the journey disappeared instantly. He could not wait to ride the horse in the direction of the girl.

When Jian Qingqing saw the person who was riding a horse, her eyes lit up and she went to meet him..