Volume 1, Chapter 41: The Honest Peasant Brother
The eldest brother smiled and said, "We have a wide variety of mats, so it’s hard to say!"
"One point five meters wide."
"Oh, for those, grade two is three yuan and forty cents, and grade three is three yuan and ten cents. That’s thirty cents more expensive than in the township."
The supply and marketing cooperative purchase prices were:
Grade one, four yuan and fifty cents; grade two, four yuan and twenty cents; grade three, four yuan.
Dazed, Yin Yi failed to keep up with Feng Jing’s pace. She stumbled, and as she was about to fall, she instinctively grabbed Feng Jing’s waist to flip in the air, using her other hand to steady herself firmly on the ground.
He still possessed such power; no wonder the members of the firewood team feared him like a tiger. Everyone had struggled so hard to come here, carrying the hopes of their families or immortal cities—how could they be easily driven off the mountain? What face would they have left?
The light was not intense, but to Ji Xingwu and the old man, it appeared as brilliant as a thousand rays of sunshine.
She simply closed her eyes and turned away listlessly. As their bodies parted, a chill wind whistled in, carving a river between her and him.
On the third day of the sixth lunar month, Zhong Nan welcomed his second strategist—the person recommended by Jing Tianchu had finally arrived.
No one answered him; Shao Yigu’s figure had already appeared a hundred meters away, sprinting along the main road toward the Immortal Village.
"That’s exactly what I mean. I heard that Master Leopard and his men went to collect a debt from the man named Chen, but they haven't returned yet. Later, his neighbors said that Master Leopard and the others went to your military camp together with Chen, so I had no choice but to come here to find them," Yang Wanluo explained the sequence of events simply.
"Roar!" With a powerful sonic boom, the massive boulders on the summit of Mount Tuoyan were shattered by the force of his roar, sending debris crashing into the ranks of the God Clan coalition forces, causing massive casualties.
She wanted to say so much to him, to ask him how much he truly loved her, and whether he would despise her now that her body was tarnished... but when the words reached her lips, everything she wanted to say dissolved into a single, simple sentence.
The studio was brightly lit, and over a hundred pairs of eyes—from the YG production staff to the members themselves—were searching everywhere, yet they could not find the person.
No matter how much she feared death or how terrified she was in her heart, Elia was a qualified mage. Her thirst for the truths of magic was enough to make her sacrifice her own flesh, personality, and life.
Just as Tang Yu was worrying about how to explain things to Minnie and correct her from calling her "big sister-in-law" back to the proper "big sister," a soft, weak voice suddenly came from behind him.
Everyone’s gaze shifted in unison to the man who had spoken. Under their watchful eyes, as Tang Yu stepped forward, the crowd automatically parted to make a path for him once again.
She herself could no longer remember when she had begun to grow accustomed to this life filled with painful memories. The tragic part was, if she didn't get used to it, would things... become even more painful?
Pu Tao bit her finger, and her blood instantly merged into the seawater. Instead of dispersing, however, the drops remained intact, drifting hazily toward Shui Yin. A sense of familiarity stemming from their shared bloodline was impossible to conceal.
When Pu Tao arrived at the Grand Marshal’s mansion, it happened to be a coincidence that King Ren was there as well. Yuan Yi was busy hosting in the front hall, so she had no choice but to follow Yan Yu to the backyard.
Qu Ran was clearly beyond angry; her tone now was incredibly fierce, exceptionally domineering and aggressive.
Shan Yuyang was hesitant, yet he was unsure if Qu Ran would show up. Given her unyielding temperament, it was unlikely she would keep the appointment. Ultimately, unable to let go of Xu Xiaoxiao, Shan Yuyang left a message for Qu Ran and hurried toward Xu Xiaoxiao’s residence.
The surging power of space was being released slowly; he could not let anyone sense anything unusual. The spatial energy began to move toward Lan Ke’s face, but how was he to perceive it? How could he feel the active cells beneath her skin?