Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

"Good, as expected of my little sister Qi." Cui Yan was eating breakfast, but she was holding a newspaper in her hand.

It states that Young Marshal Fu, at the age of seven, faced a three-way coalition and captured a city from them.

Seeing that she was in a better mood, Fu Lu turned his head and leaned closer, asking, "What is it?"

Cui Yan decided not to give him a hard time anymore and handed him the newspaper. Fu Luyue became more and more excited as he looked at her: "My sister is really amazing."

"That's pretty impressive, and they've got guts."

"That's right, Aqi has been brave and smart since she was a child. Chen Peng, that old bastard, is a complete idiot." He cursed angrily.

You have to understand that the Fu family is his backup plan, his home. To attack his home is to slap him in the face.

Fu Lu realized that one of the people he had been in contact with was a member of the Chen family, so he immediately said to Cui Yan, "I'm not going to play with him anymore."

Cui Yan generously tolerated his childish behavior: "Fine, he'll be gone soon anyway." She didn't believe that her cheap father-in-law, Fu Changming, would be able to swallow his anger when he returned.

If you can't swallow it, you'll definitely have to abort it.

Fu Lu didn't hear what she said next, but noticing that Cui Yan didn't want to talk anymore, he didn't ask.

After breakfast, Cui Yan went to work.

Fu Lu waited for the nanny to come in and said to her, "Nanny, you're right. Aqi is amazing. Even Cui Yan doesn't dare to neglect me."

The two had been in a cold war because Fu Lu had helped the Fu family seduce Cui Yan's classmate to Yunyang City.

Fu Lu didn't back down; he felt he was right.

Sure enough, the Fu family won a victory, and Cui Yan reconciled with him without a second thought.

Fu Lu clasped his hands together, his eyes crinkling with a smile: "I hope my little sister is healthy, safe, and successful in her career."

The old woman beside him watched this scene with a smile.

Fu Qi smiled as he looked at the box after box of silver dollars. Chen Peng originally did not want to redeem everyone, but Fu Qi kept sending messages day after day.

Has Commander Chen gone bankrupt? Your trusted confidants are building roads and waiting for you.

After half a month, she finally received the money, which she handed over to Fang Qing, the newly appointed director in charge of finances.

"Director Fang, it's up to you now," Fu Qi said with a smile.

Fang Qing nodded: "Yes, young marshal, I will live up to your expectations."

The two talked for a quarter of an hour, then Fu Changming sent someone to invite them. Fu Qi led Li Xing to the conference hall.

When she walked in, everyone inside, except for Fu Changming, stood up and addressed her as "Young Marshal".

Fu Qi nodded and greeted them one by one.

She walked over and sat down next to Fu Changming. As soon as she sat down, the people who were standing also sat down, and the meeting began.

The meeting discussed rewarding those who had contributed, outlining plans for the recapture of Anshi, and outlining a step-by-step strategy to eliminate Chen Peng's forces.

Take it one step at a time, steadily.

This took three years to complete.

Since Anshi was taken over, tax revenue has decreased, and the prices of daily necessities have actually dropped significantly.

With the establishment of the factory, the people of Anshi had jobs and money, and their lives could see hope.

Since I can't brag to people in Vancouver, I can only talk about my old girlfriends from before.

The middle-aged woman who was the first to ask a question back then is now a long-time employee of the factory, and recently she even became a junior manager.

She used to be the sole breadwinner in her family during her middle age.

There are also two kids around ten years old who are dragging their feet and an old woman in her forties.

The family was so poor that they couldn't even afford their next meal.

Since returning home, their family's life has improved. Her mother even considered starving herself to leave more food for the children.

Now that I've recovered, I can walk three miles without any problem.

"Mother, I'm going to Pingcheng to see A-Lian." The middle-aged woman's surname was Zhou, and her given name was Dayan. A-Lian was her distant cousin.

Their relationship could be described as good or bad.

Her mother waved her hand: "Go ahead, I'll look after the child for the next couple of days."

Zhou Dayan carried a basket containing two ounces of meat, two packets of pastries, and a pound of salt. This was a generous gift to give when visiting relatives.

"Ah Lian, why aren't you coming out to greet me yet? You're not at work, you're resting at home, and you're taking so long." Zhou Dayan's words were endless.

A middle-aged woman named A-Lian came out. She looked older than Zhou Dayan now and glared at him.

They come here whenever they want, and always say things to show off.

She couldn't sleep at night because she needed excitement, waiting for Zhou Dayan to tell her something new next time.

"Let me tell you, if there were someone like you in my factory, I would have to criticize her."

"We can't just do a shoddy job."

Ah Lian was so engrossed in listening that she almost clenched her fists. Then two more young women came out of the house. One of them ran towards Zhou Dayan with a cheer, calling out "Auntie!"

The other girl also called her "aunt," but she wasn't as affectionate as the first girl. She walked over to her mother-in-law and took her arm.

Please, please don't let a fight break out.

The Chinese New Year is just around the corner.

The square-faced girl put one arm around Zhou Dayan's arm and pulled her into the house with the other.

He then gave his sister-in-law a look, signaling her to bring her mother over.

"Auntie, you're on holiday again?" The square-faced girl loved listening to her aunt talk about things at the factory.

Zhou Dayan raised her head and nodded with great humility: "Yes, they said they wanted us to go back early to prepare for the New Year, and they even gave us a lot of New Year's gifts."

"What's wrong?" The square-faced girl looked at her aunt with admiration in her eyes.

"It's the same old thing: flour, pork, and cloth, but this time they gave us an extra jar of oil and two packets of salt, the kind that's as white as snowflakes."

"I heard that our young marshal sent people to research this salt, and that eating it is good for your health."

"Wow, young marshal, you're amazing! Aunt, she was the one who brought you all home, wasn't she?"

"Yes, ever since we went back, we've been treated exactly the same as in Vancouver."

The square-faced girl regretfully asked when she would be taken away.

As he spoke, he took out a packet of white salt and showed it to the women in the room. Their eyes lit up, and A-Lian's second daughter-in-law exclaimed in surprise:

"It's really different from the yellow salt we use at home."

"Auntie, you're amazing."

The constant praise made Zhou Dayan feel elated. Every time she came, she heard these compliments, especially in front of her old friends.

She happily took out the meat as well, but she still wanted to take the basket with her.

The square-faced girl looked at the things being taken out of the basket, her eyes filled with longing and regret: "Auntie, when will the General come and take us home?"

"Yes, we are also one of Commander Fu's men."

They are from Pingcheng, and they say that Pingcheng belongs to whomever it belongs.

Ah Lian looked at the salt, then at the meat and the cloth, and frowned: "Bring them all here, what are my aunt and nephews going to eat?"

"You're so extravagant. You don't take anything, but I still let you eat."

Zhou Dayan said proudly, "I got a pound and a half of meat, a whole pound and a half of fat." So it's nothing to bring her this.

Ah Lian took a deep breath, "My God, that damned Chen Peng, how is he still alive?"

Chen Peng: "..."

What's wrong with him being alive? Did he touch anyone?

"General, how about we reduce the taxes in Pingcheng by 10%?" The exhausted chief of staff, who had just been redeemed, made his suggestion again.

Otherwise, he feared that the people of Pingcheng might be provoked into doing something foolish.

Chen Peng was furious. His face was covered in acne from lack of sleep, and he said angrily, "If you don't lower your guard, you're all just eating too much, that's why you're going against me."

He slammed his hand on the table: "From now on, no one from Anshi is allowed to enter the city."

Chen Peng was heartbroken to have to spend a huge sum of money to buy people out. He was finally able to recoup his losses when it came time to pay taxes.

The chief of staff kept urging him to throw the money away.

"Old Qian, you're not going to follow in Xu Shu's footsteps, are you?"

Chief of Staff Qian's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Who was he doing this for? It was all for Chen Peng.

Unfortunately, people didn't understand and doubted his good intentions. Chief of Staff Qian said, "Believe it or not, it's up to you." He was angry, and nothing went smoothly after he returned.

From birth to age ten, Fu Qi's life was remarkably smooth, except for the time when she was seven and a stone blocked her path.

June 7th.

Yunyang City, the Marshal's Mansion.

Guests gathered in large numbers.

Fu Qi wanted to cut off the little braid that had been on her head since birth for good luck, and Cui Yan brought Fu Lu to come and see it.

Fang Yi also brought Fu Jing with her.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fu Qi cut off her braid. Fu Changming and Shen Yun stood beside her, the former holding a gold peace lock and the latter holding a peace charm.

"May my son be safe and healthy."

"I wish my son all the best."

As the guests applauded, Li Xing, who had just left to take a phone call, looked shocked and was still a little unsteady on his feet.

"General, Young Marshal, Pingcheng called and said that their city-wide rebellion has succeeded and they want to go home. They want our people to come and take over."

"Also, they wished the young marshal a happy birthday."

In the vast banquet hall, not a single person spoke after him.

They all had their mouths open, unsure of what to say.

I've lived long enough to encounter all sorts of things.