The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 371 Part 4

If it had been some other issue—something the common folk simply didn't understand—Fang Zichen wouldn't have been so upset. It would have been unreasonable to come down too hard on them for that. But this was about money, and that was what truly made his blood boil.

At this very moment, riding on horseback, he was cursing Old Man Qiu over and over in his mind.

Zhao Ger found it amusing: "Husband, so are we really not building the road anymore?"

"No," Fang Zichen said flatly.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 37 Part 3

Shen Nian turned to leave, but Ruan Jiqing caught his arm. Glancing at Yutao, he said: "Marquis Shen, do allow this servant to announce you before you go—it will only take a moment."

Yutao frowned slightly, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.

Ruan Jiqing paid her no mind and walked straight to the hall doors, knocking twice. After the Emperor's somewhat cool voice came from within, he announced: "Your Majesty, Marquis Zhenbei requests an audience."

"Shen Nian?" The Emperor clearly hadn't expected that name. "Let him in."

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 371 Part 3

Because of the earlier water-diversion and bandit-suppression affairs, Fang Zichen had built up prestige in these villages. Recruitment went smoothly—everyone was scrambling to sign up.

Though nobody knew why they needed to build such wide roads, whatever the prefect said was what they followed. Working with him couldn't be wrong.

After land acquisition in Anhe County, Shunan, Luoshan County, and other places, construction had all begun. But Anping County ran into a small problem.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 37 Part 2

Seeing Shen Nian's expression, Wang Jun assumed he was truly curious about the gossip. Eager to curry favor with Shen Nian and ride the Marquis Zhenbei's rising tide, he naturally didn't want his superior to stumble over such taboos. So he lowered his voice further and said, "My lord, you grew up in the North Frontier. You may not be familiar with what goes on in the capital. The scar on Young Master Lin En's face—he got it while saving His Majesty's life..."

These were matters known to anyone in the capital with even a bit of standing, and Wang Jun recounted them without any hesitation.

Shen Nian finally understood. No wonder the Empress Dowager's attitude toward Lin En had seemed so peculiar—he hadn't realized there was so much history behind it.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 371 Part 2

"Why are you hiring them? What can they even do? Sir, hire me instead! I'm strong and I can work."

"Only you can work and no one else can? If you wanted to earn money, why didn't you sign up that day? Whoever signed up, I hire. Whether someone can do the work is for me to decide."

Li Yisheng spoke sternly, and the man stammered and dared not say another word.

The factory was built right in their village, yet in the end, it was outsiders who got the benefit.

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Chapter 37

Shen Nian knew Cheng Jin's abilities better than anyone. It was just that Cheng Jin had always kept a low profile—when people mentioned him, most assumed he was merely Shen Nian's personal guard, and seldom thought to single him out for anything else.

There had been opportunities before to put Cheng Jin in the public eye, but he had refused. He said that Shen Nian had saved his life on the battlefield, and that he would follow Shen Nian for the rest of his days, going nowhere else.

Cheng Jin had been adamant on the matter, and since he insisted so firmly, Shen Nian had kept him by his side.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 371 Part 1

Chapter 371

They'd heard about it earlier—the official had built a factory over at Daping Village. Built with green bricks, it had hired workers and craftsmen from town. Hundreds of people, two shifts, working day and night in a rush. No one knew what was going on inside—soldiers were guarding it. Some villagers had come over out of curiosity to have a look, but they couldn't get in. Standing outside, though, they could see it was vast and spacious—dozens of mu of land, several meters high, truly impressive. They had never seen a building like this before—it was even nicer than the finest houses owned by the wealthy families in town. They couldn't help feeling envious, muttering among themselves that these officials must be rolling in silver, putting up a workshop that was better built than most people's homes.