The Widowed Mother, a Valiant General

Lu Qing turned to look at Han Shuo. This brat also thinks that it's a good choice for her to marry that lieutenant?

Did he know what a gay man was and what a wife was? Have you ever thought about your mother's future happiness?

Forget it, he's just a little brat, what does he know? But what he said is right, Lieutenant Yumen is at least the boss of the border. Even if the boss's woman isn't liked, she's still better than a country widow.

While Lu Qing was deep in thought, Han Shuo had already walked in front of Xue Yan, and asked him about Lieutenant Yu Yan's height and weight, how he looked like, whether he took a bath every day, whether he had a violent personality, was he considerate or not, whether he could beat a woman up and feed his mother …

Xue Yan answered them one by one with great patience, but his eyes swept across Lu Qing.

It was obvious that these questions were not for a six year old child to ask. Lu Qing must have talked a lot. The little devil had been exposed, so he could easily ask.

Moving his fingers a bit, Xue Yan discovered that there were indeed no injuries to his bones. It seemed that Lu Qing did not kill him just now.

"Luqing, if you're truly worried, you can make a decision after the Jade Gate Pass. If you don't want to stay, I can put you somewhere else. However, I'm afraid there won't be any safe havens in this chaotic world."

Hearing this, Lu Qing became silent. If the Central Plains had already fallen into the hands of the Hu, she, a widow with a child, would most likely become the 'two-legged sheep' of the Hu, used to vent her desires and to eat meat.

After a while, Lu Qing silently walked to the big bundle, picked it up and carried it on his back, once again holding Han Shuo's hand, and began to walk back to the camp.

Xue Yan quietly stared at this big and small back, his eyes twinkling. This little girl sometimes looks like an old friend.

Returning to that corner, Lu Qing once again spread out the blanket, took out the cotton clothes and covered her and Han Shuo's body, then lay down without saying a word.

Not far away, a few widows stuck their heads out to take a look, then quickly lowered their heads again.

There was only one person standing far away, staring blankly at Lu Qing's pallet.

After that day, Yang Qiang didn't come to harass Lu Qing again, but would only give her a few glances occasionally. He would also buy some snacks and snacks from some villages he passed by, giving them to a few kids. Han Shuo always got the most.

Luqing grew more and more silent.

For some inexplicable reason, she had come to this world in order to live a better life, but everything was not like those novels described. Her fingers were like gold, and she could touch any sort of prince or grandson.

She was just hanging on in this small mountain village at the edge of the Central Plains.

In order to fill her stomach, she ran to who knows how many places before finally collecting the ingredients to make tofu. Her days could finally go on and she also had to guard against those people who plotted against her at any time as they climbed up the wall.

This world was too cruel to women. Not to mention the Confucian restrictions, in troubled times, in the eyes of the barbarians, Han women were a consumable commodity that could be used.

In order to escape from this fate, perhaps the best choice was to be the fertility machine for a border lieutenant. At the very least, he would still protect her and, if possible, Han Shuo.

A few days had passed, and they had already passed the Golden City. Yang Qiang no longer mentioned buying a flower for Lu Qing. Lu Qing had also changed from his depressed state a few days ago to his current calmness.

It was better to be a wife than eat after being raped by a bearded man.

Besides, even if others transmigrated had golden fingers, she did too, although it might be different from the others'.