My General Store Connects Past and Present, and Raising a Young General Is a Piece of Cake

Bones lay scattered in the wilds. The ruler was incompetent, petty men held power, and in the thirteenth year of Tianqi, Qingcheng had run out of food and arrows. Powerful enemies watched from beyond its walls, while the starving people inside died in droves.

Huo Tingchen witnessed the misery of the world and watched numbly as the people approached their doom. Then one late night, he pushed open a door, and a bright, cheerful “Welcome!” rang out.

A woman in a strange dress appeared, smiling at him as if she were a goddess sent to his aid. “What do you want?”

Later, the people of Qingcheng, who had survived months of siege in what the history books would call a miracle, stared in confusion at the supplies General Huo had brought back.

“What are instant noodles?”

“What is a flashlight?”

“What is a generator?”

After she repeatedly saved Qingcheng from disaster, Huo Tingchen began to harbor selfish feelings for the goddess he worshipped. “He wanted to see her. He wanted her by his side, and wished she would spare a glance for her poor believer.”

But he never expected her to truly come to his side one day. On their wedding night, he looked at the woman before him. “Does this count as defying the proper order?”

“No.”

Jiang Yuan looped her arms around his neck, smiling sweetly. She was no selfless goddess. She simply couldn’t bear to watch an exceptionally gifted young general fall into hell.