Raising a Little One and Building an Empire, the Stoic War God Adores Me

[Transmigration + matriarchal society + farming + adorable kids + fiery heroine vs. tragic, powerful general + face-slapping and punishing villains]

When she opens her eyes, a PhD in agricultural science has transmigrated into the body of a dim-witted orphan girl. She is being held down on an altar, while beside her a sobbing six-year-old child is bound and about to be disemboweled!

After three years of severe drought, the starving villagers plan to sacrifice them to the river god!

Shen Heyue lets out a cold laugh and kicks the shamaness away, snatching up the butcher's knife.

“You want to pray for rain with human sacrifices? Give me ten mu of wasteland and two bags of shriveled seeds, and I’ll make sure you all have full meals every day starting next month!”

The whole village thinks she’s crazy and is just waiting to burn her alive a month later.

Who could have guessed she’d bind herself to the [Mountains and Rivers Early Learning System]!

Ding! Reward: premium drought-resistant wheat seeds!

Ding! Unlocked: miniature spirit spring!

Green shoots spring up overnight from the barren, rocky soil, and the greedy shamaness is forced to hand over the relief grain she’d hoarded in her cellar.

The villagers who once wanted her dead are now utterly devoted to her, respectfully calling her “Teacher Shen.”

Just as she throws herself into infrastructure projects, establishes “Mountains and Rivers Kindergarten,” and leads the whole village to prosperity through farming,

she finds a badly wounded, masked man in a pile of corpses behind the mountain and brings him home.

She thinks he’s just an ordinary guard, but then the little, useless crown prince behind her turns red-eyed, drops to his knees, and cries, “Father…”

Shen Heyue is stunned.

Could this man, who helps her farm every day and is the most diligent about washing his hands, really be the Northwest God of War, the infamous killer who shows no mercy?

On a dark, windy night, the man corners her behind the classroom door, his voice low and restrained.

“Principal Shen, the child can’t live without you.”

Shen Heyue smiles softly, her fingertips brushing his burning ear. “Oh? Just the child?”

His gaze darkens, and his warm breath grazes her ear.

“And me… For saving my life, would the God of War offering himself to you be enough?”