[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-863":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of the Proles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":12,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2291161,4478,"Chapter 863: Epilogue Message","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-863",863,"\u003Cp>Epilogue Message\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Epilogue Message\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Pulu Province, Fengyang City, the storyteller Yumian Shala sipped tea, adjusted his fan and handkerchief, picked up the wooden clapper, and was about to begin his tale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng spat steam as he approached, roaring: “Before you start, get me out of this phonograph!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiaowan comforted him: “Husband, if you’re desperate to get out, you’ll still need oil.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banfeng refused: “I won’t take a drop of oil!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lianda added: “More oil might let you slide right out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Yuejuan still didn’t understand: “Seventh Master, how did you get trapped inside the phonograph?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng snorted: “Don’t blame me—you’re unskilled yourself, yet forced me to find an exit. I’ve bled, I’ve sweated, I’ve left behind precious things. In that dire moment, I had no choice but to turn to my wife!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiaowan poked him with a finger: “How can you say that? What you left behind wasn’t blood or sweat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banfeng grunted: “It was still something precious!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiaowan touched the phonograph’s horn: “Once you’re out, go push a cart and sell goods.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng shook the big horn: “Let the peddler handle the cart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The peddler glanced around, saw the Sky Maiden hadn’t arrived, and waved his hands: “I’m still going to be a Mountain God. This hawking business? You two keep it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Jiaqing frowned: “I thought I was the protagonist! Yumian Shala, I was a mighty warlord, ruling all under heaven, striking fear into the four corners—don’t you like that story?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yumian Shala fanned himself and smiled: “Fear in the four corners is fine, but I prefer the warmth of mortal life. I love the shaomai from Haichiling, the newspapers from Heishipō, the bookshops in Moxiang Street, the general stores in Yaowanggou—I even love Kudai Kan—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One patron, tears in his eyes, cried: “I love it too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another patron shouted: “Yumian Shala, we love your stories! When you start a new one, let us know!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yumian Shala rose again, stepped to the front, bowed deeply, and addressed the patrons:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Lord of Pulu began this tale in October of last year; it has taken twenty months to complete. Along the way, you, my readers, have cherished me, protected me, cared for me, aided me, and guided me to this day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know nothing. I’m just a storyteller. I cannot fathom what virtue in past lives brought me such the finest readers in this world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Allow me one more bow—thank you, dear readers, for your profound kindness!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One patron shouted: “Just remember this! Start the new book already—we’re all waiting!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very well!” Yumian Shala slammed the wooden clapper. “Eleven provinces, three thousand nations, countless tales await. Dear patrons, wait just a moment—I’ll begin!”\u003C\u002Fp>",451,"2026-06-20T03:43:18.603Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ad0470305fcd0aeb28db79d0dd191b0876318a70a1300d367b2976c5cab0abf8",null,"lord-of-the-proles-chapter-862","https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]