The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 375 Part 4

"Fang Fulang, are you here to cut rice? Let me help you!"

"Fang Fulang, there's no need for you to do this kind of work. We'll take care of it. You just go rest over there."

With so much enthusiasm, Zhao Ger had no choice but to stand on the ridge and watch them work. Fang Zichen took the four children off to catch crickets.

Everyone volunteered eagerly—they even carried over the threshing boxes from their own fields.

Uncle Tang had never cut rice before, but today he brought his sickle anyway, just to give it a try. The fields were packed with people—a sea of bent backs and hunched figures. Seeing that the plot next to him was half-cut, he went over and started working there.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 43 Part 1

Chapter 43

"If I hadn't chosen that wine, would you really have found me a good match?" Wen shi's voice was sharp. "The matches you picked — either they were destitute, or they wanted me as a second wife. That's your idea of a 'good match'? And besides, you were desperate to get Shen Yi married — with such short time, could you have found a high-born bride?"

Old Madam Shen looked at her and shook her head. "Even with the time constraint, there were plenty of daughters from modest families. If you hadn't been willing, an orphan girl could never have become a daughter-in-law of the Shen family."

Wen shi threw her head back and laughed, laughed until tears streamed down her face.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 375 Part 3

Fang Zichen had no intention of competing with the Chu family. They were a small operation just trying to make a living, and it wasn't easy. The paper he produced would be sold up north to Shangyang and Nanjiang—those were prosperous regions with many scholars. One could throw a brick there and hit three scholars; there'd be no shortage of buyers. If he tried to sell locally in Hezhou, this paper mill of his—if not for the silver Xia Jinghong had given him—would likely leave him bankrupt down to his undergarments.

And besides, his paper wouldn't be just one type for writing. He also wanted to make toilet paper.

Fang Zichen had truly had enough of life without proper toilet paper.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 42 Part 3

For a moment, Shen Nian's mind went blank. Then he grew eerily calm, so calm it seemed he had not heard her wounding words at all. In a cold voice he said: "Mother must be confused. If, as you just said, you slept alone after marrying Father, then how can Shen Qing be a Shen descendant?"

"Even if Mother wishes to speak nonsense, there should be some basis. At least I bear some resemblance to Father — the soldiers of the North Frontier would not be mistaken. But this 'Shen descendant' of yours does not look like Father in the least. Surely Mother is not trying to confuse the Shen bloodline and put a stable hand's son in my place as Marquis Zhenbei?"

Shen Qing stood there utterly stunned. He looked from Wen shi to Shen Nian, his mind a muddle, unable to follow what they were saying.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 375 Part 2

The villagers looked at Fang Zichen now the way young girls look at their idol.

Before, they'd feared him and kept their distance. Later, they'd grown warm and friendly. But now—they regarded him with profound respect.

When Fang Zichen walked through the village, he was like a little heifer stepping on a live wire—absolutely electrifying. The villagers showered him with praise and flattery, declaring him without equal in the past or future. Fang Zichen felt utterly satisfied, as if the earth could no longer contain him and he was about to fly up to the heavens.

When the villagers came asking questions, Fang Zichen didn't hold back.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 42 Part 2

Shen Nian's sleep was not very restful—or rather, it started off peaceful enough, but later, in his dreams, he saw the Shen family, Shen Yi, Wen shi, and even Old Madam Shen. His brows knitted together tightly, his chest feeling as though a heavy stone had been pressed upon it—dull and painful, making it hard to breathe.

He struggled to open his eyes, breaking free from the nightmare, drenched in sweat.

Shen Nian sat up in bed, head lowered, gasping for air. Sweat dripped continuously from his forehead, and sharp, piercing accusations rang in his ears.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 375 Part 1

Chapter 375

What could possibly be so extraordinary?

The rice panicles on the plots that Zhao Ger had tended were unusually long. The grains at the tips were still green, but they had grown so thick and close together that the stalks could hardly be seen underneath.

At this stage, the grains were still just hollow husks, so nothing definitive could yet be told. But for the crop to have grown so densely already—if things continued like this later on...

No one dared to imagine it.

Truly, no one dared.