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Chapter 166: Isn

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That sudden shout was especially jarring in the crowd, and nearly everyone nearby heard it instantly.

Lin Mo and Chu Wange naturally heard it too; he gazed into the crowd.

There stood a junior servant with no insignia on his chest, glaring at him with furious indignation.

Seeing others turn to look at him, he showed no fear, but grew even angrier:

"What are you staring at? Isn't this fixed fighting?"

Qiao Jianshu was collecting money, smiling as he packed up goods for customers; lately, with the New Year approaching, business had dipped slightly from usual, but Xi Yue said these holiday sales would make up for it—after all, people visit relatives during the New Year, and who doesn't carry snacks or treats? Those days should be better than now.

"Oh my goodness, husband, have you lost your memory?" Qingqing covered her mouth in astonishment, her eyes filled with panic.

Yi Xia looked at Chen Fangping's utterly cold face and felt even more terrified, but she now understood she could not plead for Jiang Sheng—if she did, it might bring him even harsher beatings.

Even when villagers split households, finances and daily life are separated, but in practice, when trouble arises, the whole family still helps each other—it's not as if splitting means complete disconnection.

Tang Xiyue nodded. "That's excellent. My deputy general manager will come tomorrow to sign the contract with you personally. Thank you, Xia Family, for your generosity!" Such a business opportunity—money handed to her for free—Tang Xiyue would certainly show deep gratitude.

This city, being coastal, sees many people go out to sea to hunt sea beasts or harvest marine resources, so foot traffic is heavy.

I didn't have time to explain; I just told him to help lift the body out, then find a mortuary for cremation. Though the bald man was reluctant, he silently obeyed. Guard Guo Zi followed us too—he feared the bald man would make an excuse to run off, so he'd been trailing us since we left.

Level Zero Healing Shu: Release a metabolic-boosting mist, aimed directly at the wound. After use, ensure proper nutrition intake.

Old Master Rong remained silent for a long time, his brow furrowed; he had always assumed his grandson was merely chasing fleeting novelty, and that once he faced the hardships outside, he'd realize the meaning of the Rong family—without the Rong family, there could be no Rong Jiu.

"Yes, previously handled by County Deputy Guo, but after days of travel, he fell ill. Now the Chief Clerk manages it, and he's also responsible for recording grain allocations." Ling Binsheng asked.

"Mr. Premier, may I understand your words this way: if the United States supports the Yuan as an international reserve currency through concrete action, China will stand with the U. . to jointly maintain peace in the postwar world?" Hopkins probed.

"Good!" The audience, hearing the improvised lines, clapped and cheered enthusiastically; these few phrases soon spread beyond.

The scale in this shop was not an ordinary pole scale, but a device forged by combining artifact and array techniques.

How could Guo Zhuocheng not welcome them? These two were future Premiers—having two Premiers from his past life under his command—how could he not be delighted?

"Enough! We can't keep fighting like this. If we don't act now, our troops capable of combat will be wiped out before we even cross the river. What will we have left to revolutionize? How can we face the fallen soldiers?" General Zhu's voice broke with tears.

Though everyone saw Guo Zhuocheng showed not a trace of fatigue—he looked as lively as ever, capable of wrestling a tiger—they assumed he was being modest, thinking he simply didn't know where to begin and felt too shy to speak.

At dawn, a great battle erupted in the western suburbs; Lu Yun witnessed it firsthand: countless refugees surged toward the capital, jostling with imperial troops at Fucheng Gate. In this battle, the Grand Commander of the Royalist Army, the Grand Protector known as "Prince Hui," Zhu Qi, was killed. Only because Wu Dingyuan held the city gate was order restored.

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