Chapter 47: The Canning Company

However, these days selling grain doesn’t fetch much money, so the man grew lazy, unwilling to take his harvest to market. Shu Yiming thought differently; autumn was just around the corner, and this was the peak season for fruit. Fruit was now at its cheapest, but there was no real market for it in these times—at the height of the season, fruit was almost given away, and after sitting on the roadside too long, it would rot, unwanted by anyone.

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“Mom, let me try.” Her mother had urged her again and again, leaving Ji Nuanxin no choice but to reluctantly agree. Whether she found it or not would be up to her.

Chang’e gently stroked Ruan Meng’s head, her eyes fixed ahead, as if gazing through the Southern Gate into the void beyond them.

Here, you could not only share your status updates, upload photos, and decorate your space, but now there was also a silent confession feature.

With a gap in his movement, Zhang Ruofeng had enough room to buy time, block the opponent, and draw him into the mire of defense.

It turned out that Banruo’s fainting spell was merely a form of self-protection, entering a dormant state when faced with danger.

The afternoon weather was pleasant; the yacht glided slowly across the sea as He Yingdong accompanied He Sizhe in fishing on the deck.

As a member of the school team, a player could add twenty points to his college entrance exam score. This was critical for Assistant Coach Hu’s nephew, as it meant he could leap from a second-tier university to a first-tier one.

Di Renjie lowered his gaze to Ruan Meng, then glanced at the three delinquent youths. Turning, he gave instructions to the officers who were watching the spectacle with keen interest.

Lin Mu also took a shower. When he came out, the main hall was empty, but from the old man's room came the sounds of him playing with the children.

“What should we do?” On the other side, the disciples of Tyrant Gate were filled with hesitation. If they didn’t go, certain death awaited them. If they did, their master would surely be furious, and with his explosive temper, they might die as well.

Though Lin Mu couldn’t write a screenplay, he had at least seen the original film, so he had some authority when it came to the structure of this one.

The village rang with screams as many villagers, frightened, tried to run to town, but Wu Datou and his men stopped them. If they managed to reach town, it would certainly cause panic. The police were busy calming everyone, promising to resolve the issue before dawn.

His plan now was to let Yan Zi take care of the company while he finished shooting his two films. He’d return before her due date to oversee the company, and after Yan Zi recovered, he’d consider starting new projects.

“Aunt Xia, I’m fine—probably just ate something cold and didn’t digest well. Sorry, Auntie, I need to use the restroom. Please excuse me,” Ya Yuan replied politely.

What can you think once you’ve moved on? It’s just a habit; when the habit slowly becomes dispensable, it’s no longer a habit. But does losing a habit mean you can’t love well?

The Soul-Cutting Axe’s handle struck accurately into the open jaws of the attacking spider, piercing through its teeth, venom glands, and everything inside its head, emerging out the back.

Inside the county office’s council hall, dozens were seated. Luo Haoyu sat at the head, his face grave and solemn.

“Are you my sister’s friends?” It was clear from the cold-faced man’s tone that he was questioning them, full of suspicion and mistrust.

Wang Zongjie had passed Wang Zongbo’s test, and knowing Wang Zongbo would inevitably report to Chengdu, the situation was urgent. Before the Prince of Shu could react in Chengdu, the rice must be cooked—no hesitation allowed.

Xie Zhenying felt lost; her father hadn’t demanded anything of her in over ten years. The tone didn’t sound like the weary old man she knew, but like a general commanding on the battlefield. She didn’t dare delay and hurried back from Shuanglong Village.

“He’s not a cultivator.” Old Man Dong fell silent for a moment before tossing out the words and leaving swiftly. He had many matters to attend to and acknowledged that every point Li Tianzhi had made was crucial.