The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 381 Part 2

Having Aunt Liu and her family here—seeing familiar faces—made him happy too. How could he possibly mind the trouble?

True, the paper mill had already finished hiring, and the chemical fertilizer factory was built and operational, with just the right number of workers—not too many, not too few. They couldn't just fire people for no reason, and there were no job openings to squeeze the Liu family into either. However, Fang Zichen had mentioned that after the New Year, he wanted to check out the northern regions. If feasible, he was considering setting up a few more factories there.

Hezhou wanted to rise—but how?

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 52 Part 2

The Empress Dowager closed her eyes. Tears streamed down her fair cheeks, but she paid them no heed. She only said, her voice full of disappointment, "Did your uncle and I put you on the throne just so you could say such things today? You are the Emperor. If you want the lives of the entire Lin family, simply issue the decree and have them taken."

Qi Junmu did not answer. He sat there quietly.

These were, after all, his true feelings—words he had held in and buried until his death in his previous life. In this life, he had finally found the perfect moment to speak them out loud.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 381 Part 1

Chapter 381

When the villagers saw a carriage entering the village, and noticed that Zhou Ger and the others were walking with Zhao Ger—clearly acquainted, and seemingly close—they all greeted them warmly.

The chemical fertilizer hadn't been produced yet, but everyone had seen with their own eyes how well the crops were growing on the village chief's three plots of land. Next year, when they could use it on their own fields, their crops would grow just as well as Zhao Ger's. Then their days would get better. With hope in their hearts, the villagers were in good spirits and friendly to everyone—greeting people with smiles.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 52 Part 1

Chapter 52 

The Empress Dowager's words were practically a direct command, pressuring Fuhua to accept the betrothal to Lin En.

Fuhua knelt on the ground and made a deep bow to the Empress Dowager. Her voice hoarse, she called out, "Imperial Mother."

The Empress Dowager said softly, "Your betrothal to Lin En was agreed upon long ago between me and the Lin family. This marriage is not just to appease the Lin family—more than that, it is to strengthen ties between our families and to consolidate His Majesty's throne. As the Grand Princess, even if you were sent to marry into a small kingdom on the frontier to maintain peace, that too would be your duty."

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 380 Part 3

Fang Zichen and Zhao Ger were leading the four children by the stream, catching shrimp.

Guaizai crouched downstream, staring into the water. "Daddy, the shrimp in the basket are almost full! Come quick and scoop them out, or they'll get away! Father, don't herd them yet—wait a moment!"

Gungun and Dandan were also hopping about beside him, shouting, "Daddy, come! Daddy, come!"

At the sound of his little bamboo-horse friend's voice, Liuliu jolted, shot out of the carriage like an arrow, and ran to the roadside, shouting excitedly, "Guaizai—" 

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 51

Chapter 51 

Qi Junmu had thought of every detail for the Prince Jin mansion's layout. Once Qi Junzhuo moved in, he would live in absolute comfort. The emperor was broad-minded about it: wherever Qi Junzhuo might roam, once he returned to the capital, the Prince Jin mansion would always be his home.

Qi Junzhuo stared at Qi Junmu, his eyes growing slightly moist at these words. Then he lowered his head and walked on beside him.

When Qi Junmu was the Third Prince, they were brothers. When Qi Junmu became emperor, they were still brothers. Over a decade of brotherhood lay in those casual glances of concern, in those offhand words.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 380 Part 2

However, if they went back to the village, with only that tiny plot of land, they wouldn't have enough to eat. Suffering and hardship didn't matter—they were used to it. But what about the child? They were old—how many more years could they last? Once they were gone, their suffering would end, but the child was still young. Their grandson couldn't follow the same path they had. If they couldn't pay the taxes, their own son might be dragged off to the northwest, then marched all the way to the capital to beg for a few years before he could come back.

After much deliberation, the Liu family had swallowed their pride and come to seek out Zhao Ger.