Chapter 501: Developing That Mountain Tribe

Outside the house, Ying entered holding a wooden baby carriage, and when he saw Li Xiang, Duo Luo, and Yao there, he was startled at first, "Senior brother, Yao, why did you come?"

Yao quickly stood up, "Come to see the Goddess, Ying, what's this…"

Yao saw the small wooden cart in his hand and wondered, "What is this?" Li Xiang thought it looked familiar but couldn't be sure.

"It looks like it's for a child."

"For a child?"

Yao and Duo Luo are from the ancient era, so they had never seen what a baby carriage looks like; Ying smiled and brought it over to Nan Qinghuan.

In his eyes, he could only see Nan Qinghuan now.

"Qinghuan, do you like it? This is a baby carriage I made for the two children; we can push it around later."

"Baby carriage?"

Nan Qinghuan stared at the man in astonishment, never having expected him to make a baby carriage—this is ancient times, who taught him? Li Xiang also found it unbelievable, but he quickly realized it must have been Jiguang who told him; among the people here, only Jiguang besides him and Qinghuan knows about baby carriages.

It's right that the woman wasn't killed; now they have become friends and even helped Qinghuan with a delivery.

"Exactly, it's called a baby carriage. Do you think it fits?"

Ying wanted Nan Qinghuan to see the baby carriage he made himself; Li Xiang and Duo Luo naturally didn't want to stay any longer, and Li Xiang hurried to leave, "Qinghuan, we'll be going now."

"Then I'm leaving too."

Yao also prepared to take Youchao Ji and leave.

Nan Qinghuan quickly nodded, "Take your time leaving."

"I'll see you off."

"No need, just stay with Qinghuan."

After walking a few steps, Li Xiang suddenly stopped, "Ying, I'm glad you killed the witch, so anyone who wants to harm Qinghuan deserves to die."

Those words made Ying's expression darken; he sent out a faint smile, "Senior brother, rest assured, with me around no one can hurt Qinghuan."

"Hearing that from you makes me happy, let's go."

After Li Xiang and Yao left, the house became quiet; Ying placed the baby carriage by the bedside and deliberately pushed it back and forth.

"Qinghuan, do you like it?"

Nan Qinghuan was also seeing a bamboo‑and‑wood baby carriage for the first time; despite its roughness, in this Remote Antiquity Era it was truly an impressive thing.

"You made it?"

Ying knew she would like it, nodded, "I made it. See if it's okay; if so, we can give it to Mengmeng and Beibei later, and there's another one not finished yet—once it's ready we'll use them together."

Nan Qinghuan felt moved; honestly, this man had been courting her affection since she arrived, which made her very happy, and moreover, the arrival of the children truly changed Ying a lot.

Now he's become a super dad.

The bamboo had been fired, making it very sturdy, and the two round wheels were crafted extremely realistically; such wheels can last a long time.

"Ying, you sit down first."

She gently took Ying's hand and guided him to sit at the bedside; Ying frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Who taught you this? You're so busy yet you still have time to make this?"

Ying, seeing her curiosity, smiled, "Jiguang told me; I just went to find her."

"You went to find her, what for?"

Ying's gaze was full of gentleness; outside he was the lofty Town Mayor, relied upon by the whole town, but here he was just Nan Qinghuan's man.

That's all.

His eyes were as gentle as a clear spring, his smile charming, "I went to get her to deliver something, Qinghuan, I'm sorry. From now on I won't listen to that witch or anyone else. From now on, I only recognize you as my god."

"What?"

Nan Qinghuan was stunned; she never expected the man to say such words. What does it mean to regard only her as his god? Is he abandoning the Heavenly God he has worshiped? She knew Ying was superstitious; ancient people have long worshiped the Heavenly God, Shaman Healers, and witches—deeply ingrained beliefs. Changing that would be hard, yet he seemed ready to discard the Heavenly God he'd followed for years and worship himself? Ying solemnly nodded, "That's right, I believe in you. From now on I will only trust your words, the Heavenly God…"

Ying took a deep breath, as if making his final struggle.

"The Heavenly God cannot protect you and the child completely; I choose to abandon him."

Indeed, he no longer believes in the Heavenly God, because this time he almost lost his woman and child; the Heavenly God didn't help, so he decided to only heed Nan Qinghuan from now on.

Whatever Qinghuan says is right.

Sure enough, Nan Qinghuan was still moved; she knew the man had awakened from the childbirth matter. So she asked, "Alright, I won't betray your faith. This carriage was told to you by Jiguang, right?"

She had already guessed that only Jiguang and a few of them came from the modern era; they had seen baby carriages before, which ancient people have never known.

Ying nodded, "She told me, she drew a diagram for me. I went to find the most skilled person of the Youchao Clan to make it; this is what he taught me. From now on our children can go out to play with it. Qinghuan, do you like it?"

"Silly, of course I like it, Ying. Thank you for everything you've done for our mother and child. I am truly content."

Indeed, she was truly content; not only had she found true love in this ancient age, but the man also treated her well, making her arguably the happiest woman of the Remote Antiquity Era.

Looking around, other women who gave birth still had to work, but she was in Postpartum Confinement, receiving close care from her mother‑in‑law and the man; such treatment was god‑like.

Ying's heart softened into a lump of cotton; he could no longer resist, gently reaching out to embrace Nan Qinghuan. He hadn't been with her for many days, and now his heart was especially…