Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

October 25th.

The sky was clear and the air was fresh, with a gentle breeze blowing.

The soybeans on the five mu of land had all been harvested. Zhao Qi held He Qingyu's hand and looked at her as if she were Shennong (a legendary Chinese deity).

The surrounding villagers knew that He Qingyu had been invited by the master to increase grain production.

At first it was strange, but then people heard that she hadn't even observed mourning for her husband and had left her in-laws' house in a hurry, which led to a lot of people criticizing her.

They say this woman is not a good woman.

Judging from her character, she must be deceiving her master.

When it was time to harvest soybeans, many elderly people and children from the family came out to watch, while the young and middle-aged people went to harvest soybeans in the village.

The soybeans were bagged and weighed, and the sheer quantity made many elderly people mutter to themselves, their eyes filled with disbelief.

A man who had farmed all his life was surpassed by a young woman who had never farmed before.

A clever person immediately thought of the land in the village, as well as the land they rented from their landlord. If they had twice as much land, they wouldn't go hungry next year.

And there's still some left over.

As a result, there are many people trying to curry favor with He Qingyu lately.

"Master, could you teach us, Madam He? We'd like to help you grow more grain for the estate." A woman with a slightly dark complexion and a tall, strong build looked at Zhao Qi cautiously.

He looked at He Qingyu.

They were afraid that their master wouldn't allow it, and they were also afraid that He Qingyu wouldn't teach them.

Zhao Qi released He Qingyu's hand, put his hands behind his back, stood up straight, and said with clear eyes: "Of course, I invited Madam He here for this very reason."

The villagers who had gathered there included the Gu family, the Feng family, the Song family, and four others who had come out early to watch the excitement.

The villagers all grinned and cheered.

After they finished celebrating, Zhao Qi casually said, "However, Madam He is a talent I specially invited. You mustn't offend her, otherwise I won't be able to do anything about it once she leaves."

After He Qingyu left, there was no one to teach them anymore.

The woman with slightly dark skin was the first to think of this, and she anxiously and guiltily assured him, "We, we are not the kind of people who like to gossip. We respect Madam He too much to ask, how could we possibly offend her?"

"Don't worry, Master, we will definitely treat Madam He as..." She frowned, wanting to find someone who could vouch for her.

"Treat her like the Queen Mother of the West."

He Qingyu: "..."

You've said quite a lot.

Others: "......."

Let's treat her like the Queen Mother of the West. The scene became lively with everyone chiming in and out. He Qingyu gently enjoyed the pursuit of the crowd.

This is what she deserves.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her blackened hands and her unseen blackened face, and He Qingyu thought to herself with righteous indignation.

As noon approached, the crowd dispersed, and at the entrance of He Qingyu's courtyard, there were already salt, eggs, and palm-sized pieces of cloth from many households.

It was obvious at a glance that these were valuable items from the house, and she didn't want to accept them at first.

Seeing the worried and frightened faces of the villagers, He Qingyu simply forbade anyone to send her any more gifts; she accepted them all herself.

Consider it their apology.

"Don't you resent them?" the Waterway Man asked curiously, thinking that He Qingyu was a vengeful person.

Looking at the Taoist priestess's robes, smooth face, and fair skin, He Qingyu said, "A group of people who barely have enough to eat."

Why demand that they be saints?

At first she was angry. How could he talk badly about her behind her back, and she just happened to hear it?

Why can't we find a place where she can't hear us?

But later she saw them working on the ground day after day, all their sweat evaporating onto the earth beneath their feet.

But they can't even eat much meat.

He Qingyu's anger was gradually drawn to the earth; she had grown up again.

The water man stood there stunned, while He Qingyu went back into the house, took off her shoes, had someone bring over warm water, took a bath, changed her clothes, and took a nap.

Zhao Qi, Wen Zheng, and Zhao Yue are having a meal.

"Are you still short of men? I am skilled in martial arts, capable of taking on ten men at once, and I have also studied military strategy quite well."

Zhao Yue even found a witness to help testify: "My father can testify for me."

She looked intently at Zhao Qi.

Little sister, you're not short of money now, your grain production is about to far surpass others, and talented people are all around you. Zhao Yue felt that if she didn't come soon, she might not have a place in the future.

Zhao Qi put down her chopsticks, took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, and said firmly, "Of course we need more."

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Zhao Yue: "I'm so happy you came to help me, sister. Don't worry, I'll definitely treat you well."

Her older sister was skilled in martial arts and archery, a cultured military talent, and a master of long-range attacks.

Zhao Yue looked at Zhao Qi holding her hand and said, "I'm missing you, hello," and I happily coaxed her with sweet words.

But she smiled, clearly falling for it.

After finishing his meal, Zhao Qi thought to himself that it was time to establish an archer squad.

The changes in the village were easily noticed by those within it. The heads of the Song and Feng families both sought out Madam Yu.

Please ask her to introduce you.

After all, many members of the Gu family were involved.

Zhao Qi accepted all comers, especially since she was in dire need of talent at that time; anyone who could read was considered a talent.

Amidst the lively and bustling atmosphere.

November 8th.

A number of strong men on horseback arrived outside the village.

Gu Pingsheng looked anxiously inside. Even though he knew his mother was alright, he was still worried because he hadn't seen her with his own eyes.

A short while later, a person came out from inside.

She was a woman of medium height, wearing a black round-necked, narrow-sleeved robe, with her hair tied in a ponytail, and slightly dark skin, but with beautiful features.

Yes, Gu Pingsheng could tell that although the person who came out was dressed as a young man, she was actually a woman.

It just felt vaguely familiar.

He Qingyu felt the same way; she felt that the man on horseback at the head of the group was very familiar, but she couldn't remember him for a moment.

Husband and wife face each other but don't recognize each other!