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As the New Year approached, Granny Qi needed to finish making new shoes for every member of the family.

These days, department stores did sell shoes, but people still much preferred hand-stitched ones. Winter cotton shoes, autumn and winter cloth shoes, summer slippers—if they were handmade, everyone loved them.

Granny Qi was not only skilled at embroidery but also excelled in all needlework. Grandfather Qi had worn only her handmade shoes his whole life. In fact, before their children were married, all their shoes had to be made by her.

They had to withdraw to East Yan City. Zu Ti then ordered his subordinate Han Qian to lead troops to occupy Fengqiu, while he personally led his men to garrison Yongqiu.

Every bit of strength gained meant Mo Feng had that much more confidence in the task ahead.

Lu Lijin crafted the most challenging of incenses—Pinya Incense. All incenses bearing the name “Ya” contained agarwood, but the “pin” variation had little of it. This recipe was left by the layman Su Dongpo, so it was colloquially called Su Neihan’s Pinya Incense.

Yu Qing knew that this so-called rubbish hill wasn’t as worthless as it appeared—it concealed enormous business opportunities. In his previous life, several magnates had started out in the waste recycling business.

But as an outstanding spy, one must always be mindful of their expressions. Fortunately, Nonoyu betrayed no sign of a flaw.

Zhao Liangyu had stayed at Hundred Flowers Manor for so long that she’d seen every kind of bizarre ghost—humans were hardly worth mentioning. So now, aside from being a bit puzzled by the other’s name, her face still radiated genuine friendliness.

Just as Aunt Zhou was racking her brains to coax Lu Lijin down from the peach tree and back into the house, Madam Yang arrived at the gate with a group of people.

On the screen, President Halse of the Federation was standing at a podium, bathed in a shaft of white light.

Unfortunately, by then it was too late. She didn’t want to trouble He Huai further and had no choice but to return to the farmhouse.

Li Liangzuo was still young, but after being emperor for so long, a coldness had settled between his brows.

Especially this handsome fellow, who not only acted cool but could even play coy.

Just as Murong Lingxue was about to climb up, the little one watching from the side suddenly flew onto her head, stomped hard on her forehead, and sent the nearly victorious Murong Lingxue tumbling back into the water, flailing once again.

Chi Yuanxia leaned against the door, her breath unsteady. Her cheeks were tinged with a drunken blush, making her look especially alluring.

No matter who it’s with, if there’s a misunderstanding, one should have the chance to face it—only then can it be resolved, don’t you think?

Placing the Ten Thousand Souls Coil beside Ling Xiao now was also to allow the expert at Ling Xiao’s side to help.

During their conversation, Li Mubai already realized Shen Jiaqi wouldn’t challenge him for Lu Siqing. He no longer pressed for answers, well aware there would never be love between Shen Jiaqi and Lu Wanqing.

“Alright!” If there’s money to be made, why not? With my abilities, the third level of the Morota was no challenge at all.

He led a horde of magical beasts, herding another group before them, and smoothly negotiated an agreement with yet another faction.

“What on earth is this thing? It made my body vanish without a trace, without pain or warning?” Recalling what had just happened, Chu Yunyang’s expression suddenly turned deathly pale, panic and confusion etched on his face.

“These past few months, I’ve been treating impoverished patients in secret, charging nothing—just diagnosing their illnesses and curing them with the cheapest herbs, always with good results.

Lin Shuyue, feeling she’d learned enough, took out a silk ribbon to blindfold herself, picked up a box of incense, and inhaled deeply.

Gong Bingye greeted Bai Xuan and Director Li, then took Mengqi and left, as night was already falling.

As he murmured in pain, his face turned an ashen white, one hand clutching his chest, sweat beading on his forehead.

In just a few days, they had easily earned a million and a half dollars. Such a pace of making money was astonishing by any standard, anywhere in the world.