The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 379 Part 1

Chapter 379

The men who hadn't been selected had also come to watch the excitement today. Now they were pounding their chests in regret, their eyes glistening with tears as they looked enviously at those who had been chosen.

Fang Zichen shifted his tone and encouraged those who hadn't made the cut as well: "There are three hundred and sixty trades, and every trade has its master. Serving as a soldier or an official isn't the only way to contribute to Da Xia. Those of you who weren't selected—don't lose heart. Ordinary folks who work diligently, tend their fields honestly, and do no harm to others or to Da Xia—you too are contributing to the nation and serving the people."

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 48 Part 2

Qi Junmu didn't stop Ruan Jiqing from rambling on. Seizing the moment when Shen Nian was too dazed to speak, he stepped outside.

The Marquis Zhenbei's residence was rather dilapidated, and Shen Nian's courtyard was no exception—it couldn't compare to any hall or pavilion in the palace. From the state of the surroundings, one could tell that the master of this yard either paid little attention to it, or simply had his mind elsewhere.

For a brief moment, Qi Junmu suddenly understood why Shen Nian had been able to walk away so freely in his past life.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 378 Part 3

No one under sixteen. No one over thirty. They had to be healthy, with no defects or hidden illnesses.

Though thirty was prime age in modern times, villagers worked so hard that by thirty their bodies had already taken quite a beating. Sending them into such grueling training—their bodies probably wouldn't have held up.

Everyone understood the reasoning and didn't make a fuss.

The town's physicians were all summoned, and the recruits went through checkpoints one by one.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 48 Part 1

Chapter 48

Shen Nian had called out "Your Majesty," but he thought he must be dreaming. The Emperor should be in the palace right now—how could he possibly appear in his bedchamber, leisurely reading a book like this?

Though his mind was racing, Shen Nian's eyes never moved. They remained fixed on the man before him.

Qi Junmu set down the book and gave a light, unhurried "Mm."

That single sound shattered Shen Nian's illusions. His mind still foggy, he murmured, "Why are you here?"

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 378 Part 2

When Gungun woke up, he was thoughtful enough to reach out and touch Guaizai's face, asking if it hurt and offering to blow on it to make it better. Dandan, meanwhile, crawled under the bed and retrieved half a steamed bun he'd secretly stashed away—now covered in fuzz—and held it out to Guaizai: "Brother, here, eat—no more pain."

They could see that Guaizai was all swollen, but couldn't see their own puffy faces. And with the medicine making their skin feel cool and tingly, it didn't hurt at all. To them, Guaizai was the one who'd really suffered.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 47 Part 2

Now, hearing that the Emperor had left the palace, his heart stirred—he felt this might be an opportunity.

If the Emperor kept refusing to see him, as time went on, he might very well forget Yang Jinglei entirely. Then, the moment someone even slightly capable appeared, they would take his place—and he would lose his chance forever.

The saying "a meeting carries three parts of affection" applied not only to the consorts in the rear palace, but to these court officials as well.

[見面三分情 (jiànmiàn sān fēn qíng): lit. "A meeting carries three parts of affection"; fig. When people meet face-to-face, it's easier to reach an agreement or soften conflicts.]

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 378 Part 1

Chapter 378 

When Zhao Ger lifted the bamboo basket and peered inside, three children were huddled together, looking up at him.

Old Madam Jia's family raised a fine fat pig. The whole family was counting on selling it at New Year's to earn some silver, so they fed it well—every day they'd cut several basketfuls of grass for it. Zhao Ger had gone over to Old Madam Jia's place to have a look, thinking he might buy one himself and slaughter it for the New Year. The moment he approached the sty, the pig, thinking it was feeding time, grunted and trotted over to the fence, lifting its head to look at him. That pig had looked exactly like his three children did now.