The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 393 Part 1

Chapter 393

The villagers who took chemical fertilizer on deferred payment wept tears of gratitude.

Before this, villagers had heard from outsiders that the new prefect was a good one—but they'd never seen it firsthand. The factory wasn't built in their village, they'd never met the prefect, and the fertilizer wasn't free—they still paid for it with their own money. Aside from that cement road, most people just said, "Heaven has eyes—we finally got a good one who won't crush us commoners," and left it at that.

The people in the neighboring counties didn't hold Fang Zichen in the same reverence and affection as those in Pingxiang Village or Anhe Village.

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Prince Ying opened his mouth as if to speak, but Qi Junmu looked at him gently and continued, "Prince Ying, all these years—whenever you close your eyes, do you think of your deceased brothers? Whenever you see Imperial Father, are you afraid? And deep in your heart, have you always hated him?"

Prince Ying's expression grew dazed. He thought to himself, How could I not be afraid? To put the late emperor at ease, he had not dared to have more than one child over the years—fearing that the late emperor would suspect him of having ulterior motives.

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The villagers hurried over to see—it was people from another village, strangers. Their ox cart was piled high with sacks of stuff.

They'd heard of chemical fertilizer but never seen it.

Seeing the villagers gather around, one of the men pulled out an official document—just a piece of paper stamped with the government seal.

"I'm from Nanshan Village in Anping County. Earlier, I got some chemical fertilizer from the prefect to sell. This is the seal from the prefect. Where's your village chief?"

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 80 Part 1

Chapter 80 

Arlie did not answer, but his gaze drifted subtly toward the other princes of Da Qi. The moment that gaze landed, even Qi Junyou, who had been wearing a look of complete disinterest, sat up straight. 

Qi Junyan curled his lips, his expression clearly saying, "This has nothing to do with me."

Qi Junmu continued in a gentle tone: "Arlie, it's fine if you don't answer. I do have some guesses of my own. Prince Ping is my second brother, beloved by the people, and his mother's clan holds considerable power. Ever since I ascended the throne, the Zhou family has caused me no end of trouble.

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Some of the bolder gers and women would "accidentally" run into Fang Zichen on the road, hoping that a little sparrow might fly up to the branch and become a phoenix.

[麻雀变凤凰 (má què biàn fèng huáng): lit. Sparrow turns into phoenix; fig. used when someone from a humble background marries into wealth, gains sudden success, or transforms their life dramatically.]

But Fang Zichen—who did they think he was?

Back in the day, even He Huihui couldn't manage to turn a corner and run into love with him. These few? Not a chance.

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"Oh?" Qi Junmu chuckled softly. He said: "What, does Prince Jin need to see the person before he will admit it? Perhaps I should give you a reminder—the journey to Qingzhou, and the female assassin incident."

Qi Junzhuo's body stiffened slightly. Before he could say anything, Qi Junmu clapped his hands and said: "Bring the female assassin in."

By now, anyone who still failed to see that the Emperor was deliberately provoking a fight was unfit to serve as an official. After all, this was supposed to be a banquet in honor of the Western Di envoy, yet the mysterious female assassin who had been held in custody all this time was already prepared.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 392 Part 3

Uncle Liu and Liu Xiaowen were busy buying sweet potatoes, while Aunt Liu and Zhou Ger handled the training on how to make the sweet potato noodles.

All the hired workers had pressed their thumbprints to an agreement. Making sweet potato noodles wasn't hard—after watching once, they'd understand most of it, and they could easily make it themselves at home afterward.

But if everyone started making their own once they saw the profits, what then?

The factory would have been built for nothing.