The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 373 Part 2

The Jia family's vegetable plot was right next to Old Man Qin's place, where Zhao Ger was staying. Fang Zichen passed by the Jia plot often, and every time he saw the cucumbers growing there, he'd swallow hard. If he hadn't worn a red scarf back in his youth, he might have considered sneaking in at night to steal some.

Old Madam Jia knew he had a taste for them. These past few days, she'd been picking cucumbers and bringing them over to his house.

"My lord, if you ever want some, don't just crouch by the roadside staring. Go pick them yourself—don't be shy."

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The room fell utterly silent.

Shen Nian was the first to react. He looked toward the Emperor.

Qi Junmu gazed at A Duo, her face covered in blood, dead in a manner both tragic and fierce. His expression was calm. Shen Nian's lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing.

After a long moment, the Emperor spoke: "Bury her."

Leaving the western side chamber, Qi Junmu walked slowly, with Shen Nian half a step behind him.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 373 Part 1

Chapter 373 

The wheels creaked and rumbled as the ox pulled the cart with seemingly no effort at all. Each sack of cement weighed over eighty or ninety jin, and there were more than a dozen sacks loaded on the cart—yet the ox didn't seem to mind the weight at all, tugging along so easily it could almost break into a trot.

[1 斤 (jīn) = 0.5 kg]

A small merchant who had come to gawk stuffed a few copper coins into a soldier's hand and asked if he could have a ride.

Of course he could.

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Soon after, A Duo was brought in. Shen Nian had already been surprised to learn about the assassination attempt, but now he was even more shocked to see that the assassin was a woman.

At the sound of the Emperor saying her name—A Duo—Shen Nian's face went utterly blank.

He was so stunned that all expression simply drained away.

A Duo's hands were bound. She was a beautiful woman, with azure-blue eyes—clearly a foreigner from beyond the borders.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 372 Part 4

Everyone turned to look. Their prefect stood there with a dazed expression, one hand still raised in the air. But his shoulder pole was gone. And the two young masters were nowhere to be seen.

They looked toward the paddy field and there they were, bottoms up and face-down in the mud.

Fang Zichen forgot all about whether there might be earthworms in the field and rushed down in a panic to scoop up the children. Gungun and Dandan hadn't cried, and now that they were pulled out, covered head to toe in mud, they were giggling away like two little fools.

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Qi Junmu caught the meaning in Shen Nian's words. He smiled, clasped his hands behind his back, lifted his chin slightly, and said with striking pride, "Ah Zhuo is my younger brother. Of course I trust him and wish to give him the best of everything. What if others try to slander him? I want the world to know—it is best to curry favor with him. Whoever makes things difficult for him will have to answer to me."

"If one cannot clearly show what one likes and dislikes in this life, what is the point of living? I do not care what others think. I think this way and I am happy to act this way—and what can they do but watch?"

It was rare for the Emperor to speak so candidly. Others might say that a sovereign should not speak this way—too willful.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 372 Part 3

"Father, you've really lost your head," the eldest son said with a sigh. "What even is this 'chemical fertilizer'? Have you ever heard of it before? Our ancestors have been farming this land for generations—the very best we can manage is two shi per mu. The Prefect is a good man, but no matter how good he is, can he possibly know more about farming than generations of our ancestors who worked this land before us?

One shi was one hundred and twenty jin.

Last time, Fang Zichen said one mu could yield four or five hundred jin. Two old men who heard it went home and told their families, treating it as a joke. Later, the story spread, and the whole village knew—this new prefect was a braggart with his head in the clouds.