The Sweet little Fulang Chapter 194 Part 2

    It was common for new shops to sell goods cheaply at first. After the first two days, they couldn’t keep it up, or they’d disrupt the market.  

    Since the piglets at home had only been raised for half a year and weren’t ready for slaughter yet, they had to buy one or two pigs from other families to get the business started.  

    A fully grown pig usually sold for around three taels after slaughter. If the meat was priced cheaper, it might not reach three taels. Raising pigs themselves was more cost-effective - feeding them grass, wheat bran, and grain husks didn’t require much additional expense. Deducting the two qian spent on piglets, they could still earn over two taels, which was quite good for villagers.  

    Today, they had gone to Li Zhuzi’s place to inspect the pigs and settled on a price of two taels and six qian for one pig. Selling at eighteen to twenty copper coins per catty, they could make a profit of three to four qian. But since this was their first opening, they weren't greedy. As long as they recouped the two taels and six qian, even making one or two qian extra would be good.  

    As they talked, Shen Xuanqing thought for a moment and said, "I forgot today. Next time we buy pigs from Li Zhuzi, we should also buy a few piglets. The four we have at home, one will be kept as a breeding sow, leaving only three for slaughter by the end of the year. That’s not enough. Next time, if we buy both piglets and grown pigs, maybe he’ll give us a qian discount on the grown ones."  

    Shen Yaoqing considered this and said, "You’re right. Even if we slaughter one pig every two months, we’d need six grown pigs a year."  

    "But in another six months, Hua Hua will be ready for breeding. It’s too late this year, so she’ll only have one litter. Starting next year, we don’t need too many, two litters a year would be enough. If each litter has seven, eight, or even ten piglets, we won’t need to buy from others anymore."  

    Shen Xuanqing steered the mule cart onto the fork in the road leading toward Qingxi Village and couldn’t help laughing at this.  

    Hua Hua was the sow with two black patches on her rump. Since Shen Yaoqing often stayed overnight at the new house to keep watch, Ji Qiuyue and Zhao’er had been living there more frequently lately. After feeding the pigs for so long, she sometimes chatted with them out of boredom and had jokingly named the sow Hei Hua Hua.  

    The whole family knew this sow would eventually provide them with many piglets, so they took great care in feeding her, ensuring she grew plump and healthy. Gradually, even the name Hei Hua Hua caught on, clearly setting her apart from the other pigs.  

    Three characters were a bit long, though, so lately Ji Qiuyue and Shen Yaoqing had shortened it to Hua Hua.  

    Shen Xuanqing found it amusing but didn’t comment. He mused to himself that even their pigs had names now. But then again, their dogs were hunting and guard heroes, each with their own names. If Hua Hua would be giving them piglets in the future, she’d be a hero too, so naming her made sense.  

    By the time they made it back, the sun had already set behind the mountains. Ji Qiuyue and Zhao’er were at the new house. She had already eaten, so Shen Xuanqing and Shen Yaoqing unhitched the cart and led the mule to the backyard.  

    "You two go ahead. I’ll fetch water." She handed Zhao’er to Shen Yaoqing to carry over while she poured water and brought hay for the mule. Someone had to watch the child—otherwise, if he stumbled or got hurt, the crying wouldn’t be the main concern, but the risk of injury was.  

    They had eaten lunch at the Yang family and started back in the afternoon. They hadn’t stopped when passing Fenggu Town, so by now, they were both hungry.  

    When they got home, Shen Yan was the first to see them come in and went to the kitchen to bring out the food. Lu Gu came out of the room carrying little Lingjun while Shen Xuanqing washed his hands with ladled water. He found a chair and sat down.  

    "Here, I’ll hold him. You go wash up." Wei Lanxiang lit a candle and took Zhao’er into her arms.  

    But Zhao’er ignored her, turning his face away to look at his father in the yard.  

    "You little rascal, still holding a grudge against your grandma." Wei Lanxiang laughed and scolded lightly.  

    Earlier, when Ji Qiuyue was here, Zhao’er had tried to snatch the milk fruit from little Lingjun’s hands, twisting and crying until Wei Lanxiang smacked his hand. Now he was sulking, so Ji Qiuyue had carried him away to prevent the little troublemaker from bothering his younger brother again.  

    Children were like this, they learned slowly. Besides, they were quick to forget punishments when food was involved. Wei Lanxiang broke off a small piece of sesame pastry for him, and as soon as Zhao’er took it and started eating, he smiled again.  

    "Give some to your brother Lingjun, alright?" Wei Lanxiang teased her eldest grandson.  

    Zhao’er knew who his brother was and who Lingjun was. After scratching his cheek in thought, he pinched off a tiny crumb of pastry and offered it toward Lu Gu.  

    "Stingy!" Wei Lanxiang tapped his forehead lightly, laughing so hard she could barely speak. The little thing had scraped off such a tiny flake, not even enough to fill little Lingjun’s gums.  

    "So generous." Lu Gu joined in the teasing, equally amused. Shen Xuanqing finished washing and came inside, bending down to play with little Lingjun before sitting down to eat.  

    Wei Lanxiang pushed Zhao’er’s hand back, pretending to scold. "Your hands are dirty. Our Lingjun won’t eat this. You have it."  

    Shen Yaoqing washed his face and hands before coming in to eat. Seeing his son’s miserly gesture, he flicked the boy’s forehead lightly. Giving his brother such a measly piece, how stingy.  

    Since the two of them were eating, Lu Gu carried little Lingjun back to the room.  

    By the time Shen Xuanqing entered the room to sleep, the night had grown deep.  

    Moving quietly to avoid waking his already sleeping little shuang'er, he lay down comfortably and whispered to Lu Gu about the day’s events.  

    "At lunch at Master's place, Yang Xian mentioned he ran into Dai Yongsheng from the gambling den a couple of days ago and brought up the shop matter. No worries there. After finalizing the stove setup, we went to the blacksmith’s to order four iron hooks and a few knives. The big pot for the stove is already bought and stored at Master's place for now."  

    "On the way back, we secured a grown pig from Li Zhuzi’s place…"  

    He spoke softly, and Lu Gu listened attentively. Outside, the moonlight drifted in with a gentle breeze, making even their dreams feel peaceful.

My Fulang is a Delicate Flower Chapter 32 Part 3

“You said no one would be in the shop today! You scared me to death!”  

The girl pinched Fang He’s arm hard once Huo Shu was out of sight. “If he tells Father, we’re done for!”  

“Brother Huo doesn’t know you. He won’t tell Master.”  

Qiao Qiao’s heart still pounded. Though she’d heard her father mention this apprentice, this was her first time seeing him.  

To avoid suspicion, she’d never come to the shop before.  

Fang He took a deep breath. “Don’t worry. Go home first. I’ll come find you after closing.”  

Afraid Huo Shu might see her again, Qiao Qiao nodded, quickly picking up the food box. “Then I’ll go.”  

“Go on.”  

After seeing her out, Fang He turned back to find Huo Shu carrying water outside.  

He rushed over eagerly. “Brother Huo, let me help you.”  

“No need.”  

Fang He was talkative and skilled at flattery, even first-time customers could become regulars after a chat with him, making him a natural at business.  

But though he talked a lot, he rarely chatted with Huo Shu. First, because Huo Shu naturally discouraged conversation, and second, because Butcher Qiao clearly favored Huo Shu more. Fang He always felt they were in competition, so he remained wary.  

Huo Shu had only taken up this trade for the Ji family’s sake and had no strong feelings about it. But he had always been diligent. Once he started something, whether he cared for it or not, he did it properly.  

He could handle the work seriously, but as for socializing, he didn’t bother forcing it. He let things take their course.  

Thus, they had been working at Qiao the Butcher's place for some time, yet the two of them still remained in a state of mutual unfamiliarity, even somewhat distant.  

"Just now, that one just now..."  

Fang He, who was usually eloquent, found himself at a loss for words when faced with Huo Shu's attitude.  

Just as he was thinking of how to phrase it, he heard Huo Shu say, "Men should marry when grown, women should wed when of age, it's nothing to be ashamed of."  

Fang He raised his eyebrows in surprise and glanced at Huo Shu, realizing for the first time that Huo Shu might not be as unapproachable as he seemed.  

"Thank you."  

"Could you... not tell the master about this?"  

Fang He hesitated before pleadingly looking at Huo Shu.  

"If you marry, he should be happy. Why keep it from him?"  

Huo Shu said this but, seeing Fang He's troubled expression, added, "If you don’t want to speak of it, forget it. I’m not one to pry into others’ private matters or gossip."  

Fang He hesitated for a moment before lowering his voice. "She... she’s the master’s second daughter."  

Huo Shu’s brow twitched. No wonder the person had looked familiar earlier, she was Butcher Qiao’s daughter.  

Suddenly, he understood. "You came here to learn the trade because of her."  

"Brother Huo sees clearly."  

Fang He said, "Qiao'er and I have known each other for a long time. I was planning to propose, but she told me her father insists his sons and daughters can’t inherit his trade, so he only wants a son-in-law who can. If not, no amount of betrothal gifts will sway him."  

"I had no choice but to grit my teeth and come here."  

The Fang family was originally from Tongzhou City. Though not a wealthy, aristocratic household, they had been running small businesses for generations, mainly dealing in tea. By Fang He’s generation, they already owned six or seven shops in the city.  

They certainly weren’t lacking in food or clothing. In fact, they lived much better than ordinary families.  

The first time Huo Shu saw him, he noticed his hands didn’t look like those of someone from a poor family. Fang He had been quick-witted enough to claim his family had fallen on hard times, hence why he was learning butchery.  

"Brother Huo might laugh, but ever since I picked up a knife at the master’s place that day, I’ve never dared again. I just hide in the shop now."  

Fang He sighed. "I know the master probably already has a poor opinion of me because of it. Since that path is closed, I can only try to do better here."  

Seeing his honesty, Huo Shu sincerely advised, "Keeping it hidden won’t work forever. Speak up sooner. If he sees your sincerity, Master Qiao will consider it carefully."  

"This is your affair. I won’t interfere."  

Fang He exhaled. "Thank you, Brother Huo. I plan to talk to the master about Qiao'er once he returns from Nanyu County."  

Huo Shu nodded curtly in acknowledgment.

Just as the two finished speaking, Ji Yangzong arrived.  

"How’s business?"  

"Village Head Ji, welcome! Please sit."  

Fang He had seen Ji Yangzong at the Qiao family before and quickly greeted him. "Are you here to buy meat, Village Head?"  

Ji Yangzong waved his hand. "Today, the village delivered tax grain to the city. I came to find Huo Shu so we can return to the village together."  

"Master Qiao left the shop in your hands."  

"Village Head, you flatter me. The master taught me this trade, it’s only right I do my part."  

Fang He then turned to Huo Shu. "Brother Huo, if you have matters to attend to, go ahead. I’ll handle the shop."  

Huo Shu nodded and left with Ji Yangzong.  

The two walked out of the city. The streets were noisy, and they exchanged a few words about Fang He before falling into silence.  

Passing by the carts at the city gate, Ji Yangzong didn’t suggest riding. Instead, he walked alongside Huo Shu down the official road.  

Neither spoke as they walked. 

The Rebirth of Crazy ger Chapter 65

Chapter 65  

This was what had been spreading through the tribe these days.  

Two people who had once been like fire and water suddenly became extremely close, doing many things for each other, almost to the point of going everywhere together.  

Last time, this Yu ger had even come to Wang Jin for advice on how to deal with Yue ger, but in the blink of an eye, he and Yue ger had gotten along.  

Such a fence-sitter, Mu ger thought it would be best to keep their distance.  

Yet, Wang Jin showed not the slightest hint of detachment on his face... 

Mu ger looked at the two in confusion.  

Yu ger was the first to speak: "How could I possibly be on good terms with him? I’m just following A-Jin’s advice and ‘acting’ with him. He pretends, and I pretend too. After all this pretending, the tribe thinks we’re close, but in reality..."  

Yu ger wore a smug expression: "In reality, he’s been fuming with anger!"  

As he spoke, Yu ger let go of Wang Jin and boasted to Mu ger: "A-Mu, you have no idea how useful A-Jin’s ideas are. When he cried pitifully, I cried even more pitifully. When he tried to give fruits and meat to everyone, I followed A-Jin’s advice and helped deliver them, making sure to clarify that it wasn’t me causing trouble but rather helping Yue ger express his gratitude!"  

Mu ger widened his eyes in surprise. He knew Wang Jin had given Yu ger advice, but last time, when Wang Jin was about to explain, their beastmen had returned, and they had all gone home separately. They hadn’t seen each other for days, and just now, when they met, there hadn’t been time to discuss it...  

This was the first Mu ger had heard of Wang Jin teaching Yu ger these tricks.  

This "pretending to be wronged" tactic... Wang Jin had used it before, and Mu ger had witnessed the whole thing, knowing how effective it was.  

But helping deliver fruits and meat... Who would’ve thought A-Jin could come up with that? After his initial surprise, Mu ger let out a soft laugh.  

Previously, Yue ger had explained to the leader and the leader’s a-die that giving meat and fruits to the gers was an apology for Yu ger’s mistakes - though that wasn’t the truth. Still, since those gers benefited and spread word of Yue ger’s kindness while painting Yu ger as unruly, the leader and his a-die had believed it.  
[阿爹 (ā diē): ger father]

But now that Yu ger was helping Yue ger deliver gifts, his reputation gradually improved, and Yue ger could no longer use Yu ger’s mistakes as an excuse.  

The leader and his a-die would realize that those fruits and meats were Yue ger’s doing. And because Yu ger always emphasized that they were Yue ger’s gifts of gratitude, the tribe would spread the same story. Once their families found out, they’d naturally suspect that Yue ger was trying to buy people’s favor...  

The leader, who doted on Yue ger, might not react, but if the leader’s a-die found out, he’d surely resent Yue ger for squandering their resources.  

Yu ger said cheerfully: "You should’ve seen Yue ger’s face these past few days, it was priceless!"  

Mu ger and Wang Jin exchanged glances, both seeing understanding in each other’s eyes.  

They hadn’t witnessed it, but they could imagine.  

Yue ger, trapped in his act of kindness, couldn’t refuse Yu ger’s help or contradict his explanations. He could only watch as his true intentions were exposed before the leader and his a-die.  

And if he tried playing the victim to win the leader’s sympathy, Yu ger would mimic him, crying even more pitifully.  

With Yu ger having lost so much weight recently, he looked every bit the victim...  

The leader’s a-die had always favored him—now, he must despise Yue ger.  

No wonder Yue ger’s expression had been so awful.  

"A-Jin, you’re amazing!" Yu ger praised sincerely.  

Wang Jin raised his chin slightly, basking in the praise with narrowed eyes, arms crossed smugly.  

After a moment of pride, he remembered these tactics were ones his mother had used against his father’s concubines...  

His mood instantly soured.  

"I brought you something nice!" Yu ger said excitedly, lifting the bundle he had carried in from the chair.  

When he untied it, the contents spilled across the table - various bone and stone ornaments.  

Necklaces, earrings, hairpieces... Though most were crudely made, the colors were well-matched, and some were quite pretty.  

Unfortunately, Wang Jin wasn’t fond of accessories. After a brief glance, he lost interest. Mu ger, however, was practically sparkling.  

"Wow, this one’s beautiful." Mu ger picked up a necklace.  

Yu ger roughly divided the items into two piles, pushing one toward Mu ger and the other toward Wang Jin. "These are my favorite ornaments. I’m giving them to you."  

"!" Mu ger stared at Yu ger in shock, this was the first time he’d seen Yu ger be so generous.  

Wang Jin was also surprised.  

Yu ger scratched his head sheepishly. "You helped me. It’s only right."  

Mu ger looked at the items on the table, then at the one in his hand, and pushed his share toward Wang Jin. "I’ll just take this one. A-Jin was the one who came up with the plan, I didn’t do much. Keeping this is enough to share in your good fortune."  

Wang Jin noticed Mu ger had chosen a tooth-shaped ornament. He was about to push everything back in refusal when his sharp eyes caught something.  

It was an elongated stone with dark patterns, one end curved like a hook, the other flat - perfect for a belt fastener.  

Men often loosened their belts while working, so this hook would be practical.  

An actual jade clasp would’ve been better for securing belts, but this tribe barely had any jade, let alone jade clasps...  

Wang Jin picked up the hook and said to Yu ger, "Like A-Mu, I’ll just take one. You can keep the rest. Thanks."  

"Ah..." Yu ger looked stunned. "You’re only taking one each? It’s fine, really, take as much as you want! Don’t hold back for my sake."  

He put on a magnanimous front, though his eyes kept darting longingly to the ornaments even as he pushed them forward.  

Mu ger burst out laughing, suddenly finding Yu ger quite endearing.  

He gathered the items and repacked them. "Take them back. If A-Jin says he only wants one, then that’s all he likes. As for me, I’m just here for the good vibes, one’s enough..."  

"Oh..." Yu ger’s eyes lit up with joy, as if he’d just gotten his treasures back. His grin was both smug and bright.  

Mu ger, infected by his mood, chuckled too, though he couldn’t resist adding, "Don’t celebrate too soon. Yue ger’s good at spreading rumors. Be careful he doesn’t smear you again."  

Yu ger waved a hand dismissively. "No worries, no worries. He’s sick, where’d he get the energy to badmouth me now?"  

"He’s sick?" Wang Jin’s fingers twitched around the hook as he turned to Yu ger.  

Rebirth of the Useless Young Master’s Counterattack Chapter 74

Chapter 74: Night Investigation at the Hospital Ward

The moment the young man spoke these words, he could clearly feel the shift in the space around him. Then, a beam of golden sunlight pierced through, and all the storm in the dream instantly vanished.  

Mu Lichuan didn't get an answer from the dream eater. Perhaps it had been provoked, or perhaps his own power had hurt it. Whatever the reason, waking from the dream was a very good thing.  

So when he opened his eyes, he was met with an enlarged, handsome face right in front of him.  

"You—" Mu Lichuan tried to sit up but immediately bumped into the young man’s face, causing his head to fall back. He was relieved he hadn’t accidentally kissed him, that would have been awkward.  

Mi Shen straightened up calmly. "You’ve been asleep for three days." His tone carried a faint trace of concern.  

"You should be glad I didn’t die in my sleep," Mu Lichuan said as he sat up, stretching his stiff limbs, likely from lying down for too long.  

Hearing this, Mi Shen frowned, his voice tinged with surprise. "What happened?"  

Only elderly people nearing the end of their lives pass away quietly in their sleep. The boy before him was clearly not old, and he was a cultivator.  

"I was trapped by the dream eater," Mu Lichuan replied, not wanting to elaborate. Maybe his mind had been foggy earlier, making him confide in the young man.  

Sure enough, Mi Shen’s brows knitted so tightly they could crush a fly. "Then—" He didn’t finish the question, but the implication was clear.  

"It’s fine now. Thanks for your concern." Mu Lichuan still wanted to keep his distance. Ever since leaving the hospital, he’d been targeted. With the enemy hidden and himself exposed, he was at a disadvantage.  

He didn’t understand feng shui well enough to decipher certain signs, but he could tell the hospital ward was thick with yin energy. Glancing at Mi Shen, he knew their entanglement ran deep, and his rejection wouldn’t make the man back off. "Do you believe in ghosts and spirits?"  

What he really wanted to ask was: Do you believe someone is using dark arts against you? After all, he’d noticed the weakening of the man’s national fortune aura, a sign that someone was plotting against him.  

"I believe you," Mi Shen replied flatly. Clearly, he remained skeptical of the supernatural, but he trusted Mu Lichuan completely.  

"In that case, investigate who’s staying in the inpatient ward of Ren’ai Hospital." His phone was charged, but He Chen hadn’t sent any updates, meaning things were more complicated than expected.  

"Ren’ai Hospital is my second uncle’s private hospital," Mi Shen answered directly.  

"Your second uncle? The one who gave you that painting?" Mu Lichuan’s face showed surprise. So, this second young master of the Mi family had likely hired dark arts practitioners to drain Mi Shen and his father’s fortunes.  

"Mn." Mi Shen’s reply was cold. His second uncle was cautious, showing no usual signs of wrongdoing. "He’s the director of Ren’ai Hospital, known for his charity work. Patients speak highly of him."  

Mu Lichuan laughed, though no mirth reached his eyes. He looked up at Mi Shen. "Feel like going on an adventure with me?" Since this involved him now, he couldn’t just stand by.  

"Naturally," Mi Shen agreed. "But only after you’ve recovered."  

After freshening up, Mu Lichuan went downstairs with Mi Shen for a meal before heading back to the capital.  

The capital was vast, and Leshan lay on its outskirts, a two-hour drive to the city center. Leshan’s tourism thrived, especially around the famous Immortal’s Bridge, where morning mist created an ethereal scene that captivated visitors.  

When Mu Lichuan returned to the villa, he found his great-grandfather anxiously waiting. "He—" Mu Xiaoran’s expression darkened at the sight of the man behind his great-grandson.  

"Wait outside. I’ll be out in a few minutes," Mu Lichuan said. Some things were better resolved sooner rather than later.  

Without protest, Mi Shen got into the car. It was past noon now, if they were to investigate the hospital ward, nighttime would be best.  

"Lichuan, you and he—" Mu Xiaoran knew Mi Shen was no ordinary man. He worried his great-grandson would suffer, given their lack of power and influence.  

"Grandfather, I know what I’m doing. Since I owe him a debt, I have to repay it. Otherwise, it’ll haunt me during my tribulations." Mu Lichuan’s eyes were firm. "As long as you’re safe, I’ll be fine."  

A cultivator couldn’t hide forever, and stagnation led to regression. Only through trials could one grow stronger.  

Mu Xiaoran understood. "Be careful." That was all he could say.  

As a fellow cultivator, he knew danger and opportunity went hand in hand. Besides, his great-grandson was young, the more he experienced, the greater his future growth.  

"Thank you, Grandfather." Mu Lichuan smiled brightly before gathering his tools and leaving.  

He stored everything in his spatial ring but kept up appearances, even around his grandfather. Some secrets were best kept, especially from someone like Mi Shen.  

The special forces assigned to protect Mi Shen had been dismissed. In Mu Lichuan’s view, they’d only be a liability. As for the man himself, his dragon aura and a spiritually dense jade pendant would suffice for protection.  

Night fell. Apart from scattered lights, most of the hospital was dark - especially the inpatient ward, where only faint white lights illuminated the corridors.  

"This—" Mu Lichuan noticed the yin energy here was far denser than during the day, sending chills down his spine.  

Mi Shen narrowed his eyes. While the ward housed mostly living patients, prolonged exposure to yin energy could accelerate bodily decline, increasing mortality rates.  

"Shh—" Sensing the killing intent radiating from the man beside him, Mu Lichuan handed him a talisman. "This is a protection charm. If you see anything strange, throw it."  

"Your yang energy is too strong, it’ll repel spirits. This talisman masks your aura," Mu Lichuan explained quietly. 
[阳氣 (yáng qì): lit. yang energy; fig. the bright, active, and life-sustaining spiritual force opposing yin energy.]   

Mi Shen’s eyes gleamed in the dark. Together, they infiltrated the ward.  

The place was eerily silent. Even the patrolling guards were dozing off, and the surveillance cameras showed nothing but static.  

"Heh—" Mu Lichuan had planned to disable the cameras, but they were already useless.  

"Let’s check the top floor first, then work our way down. Think you can handle the stairs, Young Master?" He eyed the flickering elevator lights - proof that the ward housed more than just patients.  

Though skeptical of the supernatural, Mi Shen couldn’t deny the unease creeping in. Still, his will was steel. "I can. I underwent special forces training."  

Mu Lichuan blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected the seemingly frail young man to have such a background.  

"Discharged due to heart issues," Mi Shen added coolly.  

Had it not been for his condition, he would’ve remained an elite soldier.  

Mu Lichuan nodded in understanding before they began ascending.  

"Giggle… giggle… More live ones?" A disembodied head suddenly rolled out from a stairwell, dripping crimson blood.  

Mu Lichuan startled before punching the head away.  

Mi Shen’s face darkened at the sight of the bloodstained floor, his worldview crumbling at the grotesque, supernatural display. When another head appeared, he kicked it down the hallway without hesitation.  

"We’re not balls! How dare you treat us like this?" The two heads wobbled to a stop before propping themselves up indignantly.  

"Brother, let’s kill them!" One snarled, its tangled hair swaying.  

"Yes! Let’s add their heads to our collection!" the other cackled.  

Despite their ghostly nature, the heads were solid - their wrinkled faces and bloodied eye sockets revolting.  

"Dark arts? Who’s controlling you?" Mu Lichuan’s mood darkened further. The blood-soaked hallway would terrify anyone weaker-willed.  

"Controlling us? We’re not things, we’re heads!" they giggled. "Once we absorb enough yang energy, we’ll grow bodies!"  

"Enough talk." Mu Lichuan had no patience for them. The ward was clearly a breeding ground for dark entities, and whether the owner knew or turned a blind eye, it didn’t matter.  

Boom! 

Flames erupted in the stairwell as the heads shrieked in agony…  

The Sweet little Fulang Chapter 194 Part 1

Chapter 194  

    Lu Gu returned home alone and had just stepped inside when he heard little Lingjun crying from the room.  

    Shen Yan was standing at the kitchen door, peeling a shriveled pear. The pear had two soft, rotten black spots, neither very large. She cut them out with a knife, and upon hearing the child cry, she hurriedly set the pear aside. She had taken a step forward when she saw Lu Gu coming in from outside, so she smiled and said, "Brother Guzi, you go. My hands are sticky with juice."  

    They had bought many pears last time, and after being stored for too long, they either shriveled or developed black spots. Over the past few days, they had been peeling and cutting out the bad parts, leaving only this one left to eat.  

    "Mm, you keep busy." Lu Gu hurried into the room and lifted little Lingjun out from under the blankets. With just a touch, he felt the dampness on the child’s pants - he had wet the bed again.  

    "Flood’s here," he teased, first cradling the child to soothe him before reaching for the clean small pants and diaper from the nearby chair and laying them out by the bed. He joked with little Lingjun, "Good thing Amu and Dad weren’t in bed, or they’d have been washed away by you."  

    Little Lingjun didn’t understand. After crying for a bit, he gradually quieted down.  

    Lu Gu held him and pulled out the wet diaper. Seeing that he had stopped crying, he laid him on the bed to change his clothes. Noticing that the hem of the child’s top was also damp, he simply took it all off, using the shirt to wipe little Lingjun’s bottom and legs clean before quickly dressing him again.  

    "Wet again?" Shen Yan walked in while munching on the pear, her words muffled as she looked at the uncovered bedding. "Luckily, the weather’s nice today. Wash it and let it dry in the sun, and it’ll be ready by tomorrow."  

    "Exactly." Lu Gu smiled. Seeing her eating the pear, he didn’t ask her to help hold the child. Instead, he placed little Lingjun in the wooden cradle by the bed to lie down for now while he stripped the bedding.  

    Thankfully, their family had plenty of bedding - at least two thick cotton mattresses per room, plus two or three thinner ones. In the past, Lu Gu wouldn’t have dared to imagine such a thing. He had only owned one tattered quilt, let alone spare ones for washing. In winter, just having something to wrap himself in was already a blessing.  

    He opened the chest and took out the previously sun-dried bedding, laying it out one by one. Shen Yan leaned over the wooden cradle, playing with little Lingjun. She held the pear in her hand, and little Lingjun, upon seeing it, made soft noises and stretched out his arms, trying to grab it.  

    "This?" Shen Yan waved the pear in her hand, clicking her tongue playfully. "You can’t eat this. You can only watch your auntie eat it."  

    Lu Gu, who was making the bed, laughed and said, "Just tease him. If he cries later, I won’t help. You’ll have to soothe him yourself."  

    All children were like this, whether it was Zhao’er or Lingjun, they couldn’t stand seeing adults eat. The moment they noticed someone eating, they wanted a bite too. If they didn’t get it, they’d cry. After dealing with Zhao’er’s tantrums before, Ji Qiuyue now always hid to eat snacks that babies couldn’t have. Lu Gu had learned the same, he avoided eating in front of Lingjun.  

    "Better not. These two are worse than each other. Once they start crying, I can’t handle it." Having endured the tantrums of two nephews, Shen Yan had learned her lesson. If she made them cry, she’d have to soothe them herself, so she moved aside to eat where little Lingjun couldn’t see.  

    She finished the remaining pear in a few bites and went outside to wash a milk fruit for little Lingjun.  

    After making the bed, Lu Gu turned and saw little Lingjun lying obediently in the wooden cradle, amusing himself with soft babbles. His chubby right hand opened and closed in the air as if grasping at nothing, while his left tugged at the red thread tied around his wrist - a protective talisman Wei Lanxiang had gotten from the temple. Both Zhao’er and Lingjun had one.  
[红绳 (hóngshéng): A traditional Chinese protective charm, often made of red thread and tied around the wrist. Believed to ward off evil and bring good fortune, typically obtained from temples through prayer.]

    "Whose little paw is this?" Lu Gu picked up his son, gently holding Lingjun’s small hand and kissing it. Then he called outside, "Yan Yan, bring a basin of warm water."  

    "Alright." Shen Yan agreed, and soon returned with both the milk fruit and a wooden basin, helping Lu Gu wipe little Lingjun’s hands and face clean with a cloth.  

    The two of them spent the day at home, tending to the child and washing clothes. By late morning, Ji Qiuyue returned with Zhao’er on her back to cook lunch. Today, neither Shen Yaoqing nor Shen Xuanqing were home, so lunch and dinner would just be the four of them and the two children.  

    As the sun dipped westward, the number of pedestrians gradually dwindled, everyone hurrying home before dark.  

    A mule cart emerged from the entrance of Wangli Village, its long shadow stretching across the ground. Shen Xuanqing cracked the whip in the air, urging the mule to pick up its pace slightly.  

    They had traveled back along the main road, and though he didn’t push the mule to run faster, they were already at Wangli Village, it was time to let it rest a bit.  

    Only after they had left Wangli Village did Shen Yaoqing, sitting on the back of the cart, speak up. "I heard that when Wang Anzi buys pigs from his own village, it’s two taels and five qian." 
[1 taels = 10 qian = 1000 copper coins] 

    Shen Xuanqing, sitting at the front, chuckled. "That’s fine. Wang Anzi is from their village, so it makes sense he gets it a qian cheaper. Once the piglets at our place grow up, we won’t need to buy from Li Zhuzi anymore."  

    "Two taels and six qian isn’t too expensive. As long as we sell all the meat, we’ll still make a profit."  

    Shen Yaoqing nodded. "True. One qian more isn’t a big deal. Later, I’ll ask around in Changnan Village. If there’s anyone selling for two taels and five qian, we’ll buy from them next time. If the price is the same everywhere, Wangli Village is more convenient anyway."  

    The meat shop primarily sold rabbits, but pork was also part of their business. On opening day, they would slaughter a pig on-site and sell the meat at a slightly cheaper price. Since the weather was cold now, the meat wouldn’t spoil easily at home, so pork prices were relatively high - between eighteen and twenty copper coins per catty. On their way back, the two of them had discussed selling pork at fifteen copper coins per catty for the first two days after opening.  

My Fulang is a Delicate Flower Chapter 32 Part 2

"Xiao Taozi, where are you going?"  

Hearing his mother’s voice, Ji Taoyu snapped out of his daze and realized he’d walked right past his own house.  

"Were you planning to follow them home?"  

Ji Taoyu’s face flushed slightly, and he quickly turned back, scurrying over with his head down, not saying a word.  

Huang Manjing watched her distracted ger head straight inside, calling after him twice to no response.  

Hugging a bundle of firewood, she stared at the retreating figure. "What’s wrong with this child? Frozen senseless?"
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The convoy moved along the official road, it was so quiet that the sound of cart wheels and the snorts of livestock could be heard.  

Since the bandit troubles, fewer people traveled this road, which was no surprise.  

All the men were on high alert, watching for any movement along the way, their nerves stretched taut.  

Yet the journey was peaceful, and nothing unusual occurred.  

Ji Yangzong and Huo Shu both knew full well that this stretch of road wasn’t as dangerous as everyone thought, it was just that You Lingxiao’s incident had frightened them all.  

The twenty-plus li passed quickly with the carts moving at a steady pace, and in less than two hours, the city gates came into view.  

The village men couldn’t help but sigh in relief.  

Despite the smooth journey, Ji Yangzong didn’t relax. His mind was preoccupied, and he glanced several times at Huo Shu at the rear of the convoy. The other villagers thought he was still worried about the safety of the grain and remained vigilant, keeping watch.  

Only when they reached the prefectural yamen did Ji Yangzong finally perk up.
[衙門 (yá mén): lit. yamen; fig. government office in imperial China.]    

A crowd had gathered outside the yamen, dressed like farmers, either squatting or standing, tightly surrounding the entrance.  

Ji Yangzong gave them a puzzled look before heading to the gatehouse to report.  

“I’ve already said the prefect isn’t here! No matter how many times you ask, it’s useless! If you have business, come back another day!”  

Before Ji Yangzong could speak, the gatekeeper barked at him. The villagers with him immediately darkened their expressions, ready to step forward and back up their village head, but Ji Yangzong quickly raised a hand to signal that everything was fine.  

Still polite, he said, “We’re from Mingxun Village, here to deliver this year’s grain tax.”  

Only then did the gatekeeper stand up from his seat, glance outside, and soften his tone when he looked back at Ji Yangzong. “Ah, so you’re the village head of Mingxun Village. I thought you were more villagers coming to make trouble demanding to see the magistrate.”  

Ji Yangzong asked, “What’s going on? Is there a big case or something? There are quite a few people outside.”  

The gatekeeper shook his head. “They’re from Fan Village. The deadline for the grain tax has passed, and the prefect insists they make up for the lost grain first. These farmers have come to protest.”  

Ji Yangzong didn’t comment. The officials didn’t want to take responsibility, and the farmers had already handed over nearly half their harvest as tax. If they had to make up more, it would empty their reserves completely, naturally they came to protest.  

“Wait here, Village Head I’ll go announce your arrival. I’ll be back shortly.”  

“Right, thank you.”  

Soon, a clerk from the revenue office came out with Mingxun Village’s tax register to verify everything.  

After confirming the grain was correct, they were allowed to move it into the granary. Next came the verification of the tax silver.  

Once both were confirmed without error, they signed and stamped the documents.  

By the time they finished and left the yamen, it was neither early nor late—just the usual bustling market time.  

With the autumn tax delivery settled, Ji Yangzong had completed the year’s major task.  

After saying a few words to the villagers outside the yamen, he dismissed the group.  

“Huo Shu, wait up.”  

In the blink of an eye, Huo Shu had already led his horse far ahead. Ji Yangzong hurried after him.  

“Something else?”  

“Are you heading back now, or…?”  

Huo Shu said, “I’ll stop by the shop first, then return later.”  

Ji Yangzong hesitated. “Well, I’ll be heading back soon too. Wait for me at the butcher’s, I’ll come find you after I finish up here.”  

Huo Shu’s brow twitched slightly. He wanted to ask what else Ji Yangzong needed but held back and simply nodded. “Fine.”  

Seeing his agreement, Ji Yangzong turned to attend to his own matters.  

Huo Shu led his horse around the street to Qiao’s Butcher Shop. At this hour, the busiest time had passed, and the shop was quiet.  

He tied the horse outside and went in to fetch some water for it.  

The moment he stepped inside, he saw Fang He sitting on a stool, grinning with his mouth open while a young girl beside him broke off a piece of rice cake to feed him.  

The girl noticed Huo Shu first, his stern face startling her so badly that the rice cake fell onto the table.  

Fang He sensed something wrong and turned his head, meeting Huo Shu’s gaze. Caught off guard, he scrambled to his feet, knocking over the iron hooks on the counter with a clatter.  

Instinctively, he pulled the girl behind him. “B-brother Huo, what are you doing here?!”  

Huo Shu walked in without changing expression. “Getting water for the horse.”  

“Water… right, water…”  

Fang He stared nervously as Huo Shu went to the back, flustered and unsure what to do.  

My Fulang is a Delicate Flower Chapter 32 Part 1

Chapter 32  

The winter days dawned late, and in the gray, frost-laden wind, oil lamps flickered one by one.  

Early in the morning, the village was already bustling with loading grain onto carts to be sent to the main village road. By the time the sky showed the faintest light, seven or eight grain carts were already lined up on the road.  

This year, the village had to deliver over a hundred dan of grain. By the time all the required grain was loaded, the men of the village were already sweating.  
[1 dan ≈ 60–70 kg of grain]

In previous years, four or five people would escort ten carts of grain to the city, but this year, the number of escorts had more than doubled.  

Every family knew the rumors outside. If the grain were lost, not only would the village head be held responsible, but the farming families would also suffer the consequences.  

At Ji Yangzong’s call, the able-bodied men voluntarily gathered to escort the grain.  

The main road was packed with people - those delivering grain and coming to help chattering away in the bitter winter morning, making it unusually lively despite the cold.  

"Almost ready, let’s hit the road!"  

After checking the grain on the carts and making sure they were correct, Ji Yangzong gave a shout, then circled from the rear of the convoy to the front and boarded the lead cart to guide the way.  

Following Ji Yangzong’s orders, the village men climbed onto the carts one after another, and the convoy began to inch forward. Huo Shu mounted his horse.  

He took position at the very end of the procession, guarding the rear.  

The elderly, weak, women, and children of the village braved the winter chill to stand by the roadside, watching the grain carts depart.  

Nearly half a year’s worth of backbreaking labor was loaded onto those carts, they couldn’t afford even the slightest mishap.  

By the time Ji Taoyu hurried against the wind, he was a step too late. The convoy had already moved far ahead, leaving only the sight of a steadfast figure guarding the procession from behind.  

The black horse's tail swished, cutting an arc through the morning mist. Though the bandit unrest outside stirred unease, having Huo Shu escort them this year inexplicably brought a sense of reassurance.  

Ji Taoyu watched the receding figure, rubbing his stiff, cold hands, and let out a soft sigh that instantly turned into white mist.  

He stared wistfully as the convoy disappeared from view. He had gritted his teeth and dragged himself out of bed before dawn today—only to miss them.  

It was all because he’d slept late last night, kept awake by the howling wind and barking dogs, leaving him restless and irritable.  

Once the grain carts left the village, the road returned to its usual noisy bustle.  

"This year’s grain tax is late. Look how cold it is, better gather firewood today while it’s not raining. You can’t go without fire in the depths of winter."  

The women chatted idly, hands tucked into their sleeves for warmth.  

"Hey, what’s the news on that You family fellow?"  

"Who knows? He’s hardly ever seen these days. But that shrew mother of his still refuses to believe it and keeps dragging physicians in to see him, all of them just shake their heads and leave."  

"Why not ask Physician Huang to take a look? Maybe there’s still hope."  

"After all the evil that family’s done, they’ve got the nerve to ask Physician Huang for help?"  

"Well, he’s still a juren, so his life’s still comfortable. Let's not talk about their family, bad luck to talk about such things on a good day."  

Ji Taoyu overheard the villagers gossiping about the You family but didn’t pay much attention. It was the same old talk about You Lingxiao being crippled, nothing new.  

Besides, he didn’t care to know about their affairs anyway.  

It was bitterly cold today. A thin layer of frost coated the cabbages in the hollow, and right now, he felt like a frost-bitten eggplant himself.  

Listless, he turned to head back, thinking he might as well return home and catch some more sleep.  

"Now that the taxes are paid, this year’s harvest is truly done. With the New Year approaching, I wonder if we’ll see a few weddings soon."  

"Bound to be some. There’s plenty of marriage-age folks in and around the village, surely a few will tie the knot."  

"Speaking of which, I ran into Yuan niangzi at the Yue Lao Temple in Jinlong Temple the other day."  
[Yue Lao Temple (月老庙 Yuè Lǎo Miào) is a temple dedicated to Yue Lao, the Chinese deity of love and marriage who binds destined couples with invisible red strings, where worshippers pray for romantic matches or marital harmony]

"Praying for a match for her foster son, eh?"  

Hearing this, Ji Taoyu’s steps unconsciously slowed.  

He hunched deeper into his cloak’s hood, keeping his head down as he trailed behind the chatting villagers.  

"Huo Shu’s not young anymore. Those years at the border delayed things, he should’ve married long ago. No wonder Yuan Huiru’s anxious enough to visit the temple."  

"True, Huo Shu’s a man of few words and looks fierce, but he’s reliable. The other day, my elder sister’s family slaughtered livestock and called for Butcher Qiao, he brought Huo Shu along, and Huo Shu did the slaughtering. Just as quick as Butcher Qiao."  

"Your sister has four daughters and gers, right? The fourth ger’s just the right age, why not propose it? Huo Shu might not seem like he has much, but with his skills, he’ll do fine."  

"My sister has asked about Huo Shu several times, but it's hard to gauge whether the ger is truly interested."  

"That's just the ger's shyness showing. If the family's inquiring, the ger must be willing. But of course, the ger's side can't broach the matter directly, can they?"

"I’ve been busy at home these days, but I’ll drop by the Zhao family when I have time." 

The Sweet little Fulang Chapter 193 Part 2

    After a brief discussion, the work was set. Country folk were mostly hardworking, once a task was decided, they acted without hesitation.  

    By mid-morning, Lu Gu had coaxed Little Lingjun to sleep. Shen Yan was doing needlework at the old house, so with nothing else to do and Shen Xuanqing not yet back, he wandered over to the new house.  

    In front of the woodshed, Shen Xuanqing and Shen Yaoqing were each sawing wood, the screeching sound sending wood chips scattering everywhere. Their household only had one saw, so Shen Yaoqing had gone into the village to borrow another from the nearby Chen family so they could work faster together.  

    Since ten more pairs of breeding rabbits had been selected and new hutches were needed, Lu Gu wasn't much help with the carpentry works. The sound of sawing was too grating, so he went to the front yard, poured Wei Lanxiang a bowl of hot tea, and took Zhao’er to play.  

    The sun was bright, and Da Hui and the other dogs were sprawled in the front yard basking in the warmth, eventually dozing off.  

    Wei Lanxiang wrapped rope tightly around the broom handle, securing it firmly, then added a layer of cloth for a comfortable grip. Homemade brooms didn’t need elaborate craftsmanship, as long as they didn’t prick the hand, they were good enough. She held it up for inspection, deemed it satisfactory, and set it aside.  

    Zhao’er could now walk with the support of a waist band. At the moment, Lu Gu was following behind the child, gripping the end of the band.  
[腰帶 (yāo dài): waist belt/band, it refers to a traditional child-walking aid - a cloth strap tied around a toddler's waist for adults to hold while the child learns to walk]  

    “Give, give me!” Zhao’er marched straight to the table in the main hall, having spotted the steamed buns earlier. He reached out, calling out as he went.  

    “How can you eat so much?” Ji Qiuyue broke off a small piece for him.  

    Wei Lanxiang, with nothing else to do, was overjoyed to see her grandson’s steps growing steadier. She took the waist band from Lu Gu and let Zhao’er toddle between the main hall and the yard.  

    After a few days of household chores, they still needed to set up the stove in the shop for boiling water when slaughtering livestock.  

    As usual, Shen Xuanqing and Shen Yaoqing went together, bringing two baskets of straw to mix with yellow mud. As for the mud itself, they could dig a few baskets from unclaimed wild land near Jixing Town, no need to haul it all the way from home.  

    Once the mule cart was hitched, Lu Gu, who was also there, helped load the shovel, brooms, feather duster, and other items.  

    “Building the stove won’t take long, we’ll be back by evening.” Shen Xuanqing smiled. Since the shop hadn’t opened yet, there was no need to stay overnight.  

    “Alright, I’ll keep food warm for you two.” Lu Gu agreed.  

    Seeing that everything was loaded, Shen Xuanqing added, “Remember to pay Third Ahma the market price for the chickens and ducks. Also, ask around the village to see if anyone else is selling their poultry. If it’s awkward, just pay the market rate. If no one is, I’ll go to neighboring villages after I return.”  

    “I know. Don’t worry.” Lu Gu nodded with a smile.  

    Jixing Town was thirty li away, so Shen Xuanqing didn’t delay further. After his instructions, he flicked the reins to urge the mule forward. The road was bumpy, and with the cart loaded, Shen Yaoqing sat in the back to prevent things from falling off.  

    After they left, Lu Gu helped clean the new house before going with Wei Lanxiang to Third Uncle’s family.  

    Yesterday afternoon, Zhou Xiangjun had brought Shen Yu over for a visit and mentioned wanting to sell some chickens and ducks in town - two old hens and two old ducks, kept for three years, and no longer laid many eggs. Selling them would bring in some money to buy spring chicks later.  

    Shen Xuanqing, who happened to be home, told them to keep the poultry. Their own hens and ducks were still laying, so it was best not to sell them yet. But since they were opening a meat shop, they couldn’t have too little stock. Even if they didn’t make much profit at first, having more items on the opening day would make the shop look better stocked than if they only had rabbits.  

    When they arrived, Zhou Xiangjun and Shen Yu were both home. They welcomed the two into the main hall, serving tea and date paste cakes.  

    The two families had always been on good terms, far better than with Eldest Uncle’s family.  

    After some chatting, Lu Gu, worried about Little Lingjun napping back at the old house, said, “Ahma, Erqing said I should take the chickens and ducks back today. It’ll be easier to transport them to town later.”  

    Not having to go to town or hawk the chickens and ducks in the streets, Zhou Xiangjun was more than happy to agree. With a smile, he said, “Alright, I’ll go catch them now.”  

    He called Shen Yu to the backyard, and Lu Gu and Wei Lanxiang followed, there were two chickens and two ducks to collect.  

    Zhou Xiangjun and Shen Yu helped carry the chickens and ducks to the new house. Since these four were outsiders, putting them directly into the existing flock might cause fights and injuries. Lu Gu propped up an old fence against the wall to create a small enclosure for them to move around in.  

    Once the chickens and ducks were settled, he took out the prepared strings of copper coins from his pocket - sixty coins in total. Old hens and ducks that no longer laid eggs currently sold for fifteen coins each, just as Shen Xuanqing had told him.  

    Zhou Xiangjun had initially thought that, as relatives, Shen Xuanqing might offer a discount since he was taking them to sell at the shop. He hadn’t expected to receive full market price, so he politely declined at first.  

    “Just take it. Why stand on ceremony with the youngsters? It’s not like we’d cheat you.”  

    With Wei Lanxiang’s urging, he finally accepted.  

    Two chickens and two ducks alone weren’t quite enough. Following Shen Xuanqing’s instructions, they needed a few more to fill out the shop’s display. Wei Lanxiang, equally invested in the shop’s success, called Zhou Xiangjun to accompany her to neighboring villages to inquire about sellers after Lu Gu returned home to tend to the child.

Rebirth of the Useless Young Master’s Counterattack Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Dream Eater

The store manager had seen Yuan Chengzhi before and knew he often visited Leshan Town. As for the reason, as an employee, it wasn’t his place to ask too much.  

"So it really is Young Master Mu! I thought I’d mistaken someone else for you earlier." Though still a student, Yuan Chengzhi was already involved in some business matters. Back then, Mu Lichuan had helped the Yuan family resolve a major crisis, making him their great benefactor.  

Mu Lichuan smiled faintly. "I just wanted to buy some clothes. The store’s name looked familiar, so I came in. I didn’t expect..." He trailed off, leaving an unspoken implication.  

As soon as he said this, Yuan Chengzhi noticed the stains on the floor and the expressions of the sales staff and the manager. He immediately scolded, "What’s going on here? Are you discriminating against customers?"  

His father had come from a rural background, and no matter how disheveled a customer looked, they had to be treated with respect. Though he didn’t know why Young Master Mu was in such a state, it didn’t change the fact that he was out gaining experience.  

Recently, the authorities in the capital had relaxed restrictions on "superstitious practitioners." As long as they didn’t threaten national security, they were free to act—though discreetly, to avoid causing public panic.  

"Young Master, we didn’t know he was your guest," the manager said, regret written all over his face. Anyone who earned such respect from the young master must have an extraordinary background.  

"You, all of you are fired," Yuan Chengzhi said coldly.  

"Young Master!" The manager and the saleswoman turned ashen.  

"Young Master Mu, why don’t you just take this store? Pick whatever clothes you want," Yuan Chengzhi said. He wasn’t a fool, without Mu Lichuan, the Yuan family would have collapsed long ago.  

His nervous tone amused Mu Lichuan. "What would I do with a clothing store? Besides, do you think I lack money? I just need a couple of sportswear sets to change into."  

"Young Master Mu doesn’t lack money, but this is the Yuan family’s apology," Yuan Chengzhi insisted, personally following the young man.  

Mu Lichuan shook his head, picking out two sets of sportswear. "No need. I was just passing by. How much do I owe? Why are you all just standing there?"  

The manager wasn’t stupid. He quickly led the young man to the fitting room.  

After changing into blue sportswear and a pair of sneakers, Mu Lichuan looked completely different—though his face and hair were still a bit messy.  

"How much?" Mu Lichuan had his own principles and wasn’t interested in petty favors.  

Yuan Chengzhi looked troubled, but the young man continued, "Let’s keep things separate. Some people just need a lesson, no need to push it too far." Besides, he could already tell those two would face their own troubles soon enough. No need to add to their misery.  

"That’ll be five thousand," the manager said under Yuan Chengzhi’s prompting.  

Mu Lichuan paid without hesitation. "You should get rid of that thing over there. It attracts unclean spirits." With that, he left, ignoring Yuan Chengzhi’s attempts to stop him.  

Yuan Chengzhi was filled with gratitude, and Mu Lichuan could sense it. He smiled slightly but didn’t dwell on it.  

After booking a hotel room nearby and cleaning up properly, he was about to sleep when someone knocked on his door.  

Mu Lichuan sighed and opened it. "Did you plant a tracker on me?" He had just reassured his great-grandfather, yet this man had somehow found him already.  

Mi Shen studied the young man. "Are you alright?" His recent dreams had felt so real that he’d investigated Mu Lichuan’s whereabouts—only to find he’d been missing for days.  

"I’m fine. Goodbye." Mu Lichuan moved to shut the door, convinced that his recent troubles were somehow tied to Mi Shen.  

Mi Shen blocked the door. "Mu Lichuan." His voice was calm, but his dark eyes burned with quiet anger.  

"What?" Mu Lichuan feigned a yawn. "Can we talk tomorrow? I’m exhausted." Even as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he still got tired. The ordeal with the Nine Sails Ghost Banner had drained him, not to mention dealing with that dark practitioner.  

"Mu Lichuan, you’re not an ordinary person," Mi Shen said pointedly.  

"Not being ordinary means I don’t get tired? And since when do you believe in this stuff? I appreciate your concern, but let’s be real, most of my recent near-death experiences are probably your fault!" The last sentence dripped with resentment.  

Before knowing Mi Shen, he’d never faced so much trouble. And the attacks were escalating, if not for Xiao Mo, he’d be dead already.  

"Me?" Mi Shen looked genuinely confused. He didn’t understand karma, so he couldn’t tell if the accusation was true.  

Seeing his expression, Mu Lichuan sighed. "Your Highness, can we talk tomorrow?" Whether or not there was a tracker on him could wait.  

"Fine." Mi Shen nodded and let him close the door.  

Mu Lichuan collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly—only to wake up in an office, listening to an employee’s report.  

"President Mu, these are the financial statements for this quarter," the middle-aged man said respectfully.  

Mu Lichuan was baffled. Had he forgotten something? He was President Mu? A CEO? With a loving wife and child?  

"Dismissed. I understand," he heard himself say.  

Rubbing his head, he drove home. A little boy waited at the doorstep. "Daddy! You’re back!" The child’s voice melted his heart.  

Mu Lichuan instinctively crouched down, picking up the boy and kissing his cheek. "I’m back. Was Ruirui good today?"  

"Very good!" the boy, Mu Tianrui, chirped.  

"This little one insisted on waiting for you after his nap," a gentle female voice said.  

Mu Lichuan’s eyes widened. "Mo Shanshan?" But she was dead, wasn’t she? Something was wrong.  

"Husband, why are you looking at me like that?" Mo Shanshan smiled, looping her arm through his as they walked inside.  

The domestic bliss should have warmed his heart, yet he felt hollow. What was missing?  

The years passed smoothly. By his fifties, his son had grown up, married, and started a family of his own. Life was perfect.  

"Husband, wouldn’t it be wonderful if things stayed like this forever?" Mo Shanshan rested her head on his shoulder, watching the sunset.  

The blood-red sky felt surreal. "Too bad you’re not my real lover," Mu Lichuan said coldly, standing up.  

"Husband, what’s wrong? After all these years as husband and wife, how could you—" Tears streamed down Mo Shanshan’s face.  

Mu Lichuan smirked. "Show yourself, Dream Eater!" 
[梦貘 (mèng mò): lit. Dream eater/dream tapir; fig. a mythical creature that devours dreams.]   

The Dream Eater, a creature of ancient legend, said to devour dreams and recreate them. This was his past life’s wish, but the Dream Eater could only replicate dreams, not emotions. A heart that had changed could never be copied.  

"Husband, what are you talking about? What Dream Eater?" Mo Shanshan’s smile was strained.  

Mu Lichuan formed a hand seal and struck out. The idyllic scene shattered into nothingness.  

He didn’t know why an ancient Dream Eater had invaded his dreams. Wasn’t this supposed to be a scientific world? Xiao Mo had said this was just the lower three realms, yet so many anomalies kept appearing. Did it mean something unpredictable was coming?  

"Kekeke… Mu Lichuan, you think you can break my dreamscape? You’re not strong enough. Die in your sleep!" The Dream Eater’s voice was triumphant.  

Mu Lichuan laughed, though his eyes remained icy. "Oh? What if I add this?"  

As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, destroying a dreamscape was difficult. If not for his last realization, he might have been lost forever.  

"H-How? How do you have the aura of national fortune?!" The Dream Eater panicked. Even ancient divine beasts avoided those blessed by dragon energy, the rules of heaven were not to be trifled with.  

"Did you not research before invading my dreams? Or are you just a cheap imitation of a real Dream Eater?" Mu Lichuan said coolly. The true Dream Eater had vanished long ago in the primordial era.  

Rebirth to Erase Dark History Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Yang Jiabo looked at Wei Feng, whose eyes were dull and spirits low, then at Wei Changdong and his wife, who wore worried expressions but hesitated to speak. After a moment of thought, he turned to Dr. Chen and asked, "Dr. Chen, how is Wei Feng's condition?"  

"The patient's injuries are severe. Although he has received treatment, the prognosis isn't optimistic, there's a possibility of permanent disability." Dr. Chen sighed inwardly. Another young soldier might have to leave the military due to injury.  

"If there were a good prescription, would there still be hope for Wei Feng's leg?"  

Dr. Chen had spent his life treating patients and had occasionally encountered cases where hospitals were powerless, only for the patients to be saved by rare prescriptions. But such cases were few. After some thought, he replied cautiously, "It's not impossible, but..."  

"But what?" Song Yufang pressed urgently.  

"The patient's injuries have already begun healing from the initial treatment. If too much time passes, even the best prescription may not help much."  

"I'll go invite that Dr. Wang." To save his son, Wei Changdong was ready to do whatever it took, no matter the means.  

"Uncle Wei, wait. I have a prescription here. Let Dr. Chen take a look first."  

Yang Jiabo stopped Wei Changdong and, under the couple's puzzled gazes, found paper and pen to write out a prescription from memory before handing it to Dr. Chen. Knowing what they were thinking, he explained, "This is an ancient formula I came across by chance, specifically for cases like Wei Feng's."  

With years of medical practice, Dr. Chen had often seen patients bringing so-called miracle prescriptions that were completely mismatched to their conditions. Especially with the rise of internet misinformation, self-diagnosing patients had become increasingly common.  

Initially, Dr. Chen had little expectation for Yang Jiabo's prescription, but his professionalism kept him from dismissing it outright. However, as he read the formula, his eyes brightened with excitement. "Quick, give me the patient's medical records!"  

"Here." Song Yufang immediately handed over the prepared documents.  

In the ward, everyone watched Dr. Chen with hopeful anticipation. Wei Feng's entire body was tense, he had been disappointed too many times since his injury. Yang Jiabo wasn't much better, though he had faith in the prescription, he worried it might not suit Wei Feng's condition, given that he was no medical expert.  

After a long examination, Dr. Chen exclaimed excitedly, "There's hope, he might really recover!"  

Hearing this, Yang Jiabo's anxiety finally eased. Fortunately it worked. He turned happily to Wei Feng, only to find him relaxed against the bedding, eyes shining unnaturally bright. Wei Feng hadn't been indifferent to his condition, he had just been putting on a brave face for those who cared about him.  

Dr. Chen still needed to study the prescription further and adjust it according to Wei Feng's condition. Wei Changdong led him to the office, with Song Yufang following to assist. Once the treatment plan was confirmed, they would procure the finest herbs for Wei Feng.  

Thus, the ward was left with only Wei Feng, barely concealing his joy, and Yang Jiabo, who pretended to be calm but was inwardly more excited than anyone.  

"Jiajia, thank you." Wei Feng spoke sincerely.  

"Between brothers, no need for formalities."  

"By the way, where did you get that prescription? It must have taken a lot of effort." Wei Feng committed this favor to memory, already planning to find out what Yang Jiabo had sacrificed to obtain it so he could repay him.  

Yang Jiabo grinned mischievously. "Actually, it's Dr. Wang's family secret. Given his temper, I just prepared for the worst."  

Wei Feng's eyes widened in disbelief as he scrutinized Yang Jiabo. The twist was unexpected. "After all this time apart, I really have to see you in a new light. You seem to know Dr. Wang well, how did you even get his family's secret formula?"  

"Really want to know?" Yang Jiabo teased.  

"Yes!" Wei Feng was burning with curiosity. Weren't family secrets supposed to be closely guarded?  

"It's actually simple." Yang Jiabo organized his thoughts. "Doctors are very protective of their prescriptions, especially critical ones. To prevent leaks, some use special symbols to replace certain drug names. But the hardest to guard against are the dispensers. Dr. Wang has always served private clients, and often, those handling his prescriptions were just experienced assistants, not even licensed pharmacists. Arrogant and dismissive, he never saw them as worth guarding against. If Dr. Wang had been willing to treat you properly, I wouldn’t have resorted to this. Stealing someone’s prescription isn’t right."  

In his past life, Yang Jiabo had been responsible for dispensing medicine for Dr. Wang’s patients. At first, he was just an experienced assistant, even after getting his pharmacist license, Dr. Wang still looked down on him. Yang Jiabo knew Dr. Wang well: proud, vain, and obsessed with status. Even when posing as humble during charity work, few ever earned his respect.  

Recalling Dr. Wang’s attitude, Wei Feng felt no sympathy. But the stark contrast between the two doctors made him sigh. "Who’d have thought they’d arrive the same day? Our military doctors are truly the best."  

Yang Jiabo nodded. Dr. Chen’s ethics were beyond reproach. "Dr. Chen is an excellent military doctor. Once you’re discharged, come recuperate at my place."  

"This injury will take at least half a year to heal. I don’t want to be a burden." Wei Feng shook his head.  

Yang Jiabo understood his concerns and laid out the facts: "Uncle Wei and Aunt Song are too busy with work, and their jobs make it impossible for them to care for you long-term. Besides, your home isn’t ideal for recovery. I have plenty of time, and my place is quiet and comfortable, perfect for recuperation. There’s also plenty of space; Dr. Chen could move in too."  

But Yang Jiabo had another motive: he wanted Wei Feng closer to the fleeceflower to see if it could aid his recovery. It was rumored to strengthen bones and muscles, it was even used in Dr. Chen’s medicinal wine, perhaps he could slice a piece and add it in.  

This was also him treating a dead horse as a live one. Though Wei Feng’s injury now had hope of recovery, they both knew in their hearts that even if his leg healed, he would never return to strenuous activity. His discharge from the military was already inevitable
[死马当作活马医 (sǐ mǎ dàng zuò huó mǎ yī): lit. to treat a dead horse as a live one; fig. to try every possible remedy in a desperate situation.] 

"As long as you don’t mind the trouble. I’ve heard your Wuquan Farm is like a paradise, just never had the chance to visit."  

"This time, you’ll stay as long as you want." Yang Jiabo waved generously.  

"Then I’ll thank you in advance."  

With the prescription, Dr. Chen soon finalized Wei Feng’s treatment plan. Wei Changdong and his wife were overjoyed, half-wishing they could adopt Yang Jiabo. They learned the prescription’s origin from Wei Feng and, while disapproving of the theft, were deeply grateful for Yang Jiabo’s efforts.  

The good news reached Wei Feng’s grandfather and Wei Jing. Old Man Wei, thrilled, vowed to thank Yang Jiabo and Dr. Chen in person once he recovered. Meanwhile, Wei Jing was already rearranging his schedule to take time off.  

Days later, Wei Feng was discharged. Yang Jiabo brought him and Dr. Chen back to his farm, having prepared a cleaned-out bamboo house next door for them and Gu Gong, a caretaker arranged by Song Yufang. It was already enough trouble for Wei Feng to move in, they couldn’t expect the Yang family to care for him too.  

As for Dr. Chen, retired and longing to return to his roots, but his wife, Liu Jianying, had refused to relocate. Wei Changdong, learning of her materialistic nature, enlisted a senior leader to persuade her, along with a generous fee, ensuring Dr. Chen could stay until Wei Feng improved.  

While everything fell into place, Dr. Wang waited in vain for the Wei family to beg for his help, unaware that someone with foresight and knowledge of his ways had already thwarted his plans.  

Yang Jianguo, knowing Wei Feng was coming to recuperate, eagerly prepared to welcome him. Grateful for Wei Jing’s past help, he saw this as a chance to repay the Wei family. He’d braced himself to meet Dr. Chen again, but the moment was still awkward.  

"Uncle Chen, it’s been a long time."  

Dr. Chen stared before exclaiming, "Jianguo? You’ve grown so much!"  

The middle-aged Yang Jianguo being addressed like a child only deepened the awkwardness.  

"Let’s head inside. Your rooms are ready, I’m sure you’ll be comfortable." Yang Jiabo stepped in to diffuse the tension.  

The bamboo house had three bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchen, each with an ensuite bathroom. Modifications had been made for Wei Feng’s wheelchair.  

Pushing Wei Feng into his room, Yang Jiabo revealed a space furnished with bamboo furniture, blending antique charm with hidden modern conveniences.  

Wei Feng looked around, amazed. "If I didn’t know this was your place, I’d think I’d time-traveled."  

"Can’t help it, I love classical styles. They’re soothing." Yang Jiabo opened the window, letting in a faint herbal scent that was refreshing rather than overpowering. "Your window faces my courtyard, so this room’s been unused."  

Wei Feng glanced outside at the densely packed, unidentifiable plants - hardly aesthetic but thriving.  

"I thought you were good with flowers. What’s all this?"  

"Relocated the flowers. These are all medicinal herbs now."  

"I heard you grow great herbs, but isn’t this a bit sparse?" Wei Feng doubted such a small patch could yield much. Unaware, most were meant for him.  

Imperial Husband Chapter 85

Chapter 85 The sun set in the west. Liu Rong, who had been waiting for Li Jin and the others to return, rushed forward as soon as he saw the...