The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 81 Part 2

Qi Junmu was not really drunk, but he took the opportunity to lean on Shen Nian's arm and slowly walked out of the hall.

Because he was supporting the Emperor, Shen Nian walked side by side with him, while Wen Wan fell half a step behind.

Watching the Emperor and Shen Nian walking ahead, Wen Wan's gaze flickered as a thought crossed her mind.

She felt that the relationship between Shen Nian and the Emperor seemed too intimate. The atmosphere between the two was nothing like that of a man being oppressed or on guard.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 393 Part 2

Originally Fang Zichen had calculated that at two hundred copper coins a sack, he'd make a few copper coins profit per sack. With the first batch sold, he'd turn a profit of several tens of taels at least.

But then two workers had an accident at the factory—a pile of fertilizer toppled over in the warehouse and trapped them. It seemed their legs were crushed.

In those days, there was no such thing as workers' compensation. He could have refused to pay for their medicine. But Fang Zichen couldn't bring himself to do that. He had them sent to the medical hall. Broken bones take a hundred days to heal. The old physician said it would take at least three months for a full recovery, and the total cost came to a hefty sixteen taels.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 81 Part 1

Chapter 81

"Uncle, do not worry. I am fully aware of this matter," Qi Junmu said with a smile. Before the civil and military officials, he usually addressed Lin Xiao as Left Chancellor, rarely using such an intimate form of address. 

Hearing this, Lin Xiao forced a smile. The imperial guards poured the wine, and the emperor raised his cup. "I have said I would observe three years of mourning for Imperial Father. Today, by rights, I should not drink—but my heart is merry today, so I shall make an exception."

Qi Junmu tilted his head back and drained the cup. Shen Nian drank as well.

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.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 80 Part 2

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.