The day I dressed as a substitute maid, I thought the border was a hell.
The result?
The house is leaking? I am confused.
Not enough food? I plant it.
Weapons too bad? I make new ones.
A year later, the border crossing turned into a blockade in the south of the Yangtze River.
The soldier said I was a reborn parent.
The general blushed and asked me: "Can you... Not leave?"
I patted the dust on my hands and looked at the land I had cultivated with my own hands.
"Go? This is my territory, I'm not going anywhere."
[Tag] Rebirth, cool writing, infrastructure, farming, strong women, going both ways
