Chapter 106: Roasted Sweet Potatoes

It must be said that Fu Chen is still quite well known among the public. Along the way, very few people recognized Song Hui, but many were talking about Fu Chen—some admiring his appearance, others aware of his achievements in business.

Song Hui paid no attention to the gazes and busily stuffed items into the shopping cart. After just over ten minutes, the once-empty cart was filled to the brim.

“Why are there so many people?” Fu Chen furrowed his brows, looking at the countless heads ahead.

Tomorrow is the weekend, and supermarkets are often the busiest at this time, with both young and old coming out to buy household goods. For someone like Fu Chen, who hasn’t experienced this for hundreds of years...

“Spit it out. What trouble has she caused this time?” The man sitting in the swivel chair spoke coldly.

“She’s... injured! Darry Gaia is actually injured! This is the first time he’s been hurt since he began competing! But what happened just now? Why did he suddenly stop fighting?” Sarah’s surprise was evident; as one of Darry’s fans, she was deeply concerned about his condition.

After entering the WAA main area through the five gates from this side, the three of them, along with other nearby trainers, saw many innocent people who looked bewildered, not knowing what had happened. But from the brief mental sweep just now, Cheng Nuo already knew where to go.

“Lord Demon, you honor me.” Ziwu’s demeanor was humble and courteous, without a trace of the victor’s arrogance.

Yu Bing took only about ten minutes to row back to shore, avoiding the trouble of wading through reeds, suggesting this was a routine task for him.

PS: First, I apologize. The cause of my recent shoulder pain has been identified—it’s mild periarthritis of the shoulder. After resting for a few days, I’ve improved significantly, so I am resuming updates.

Within the second demonic realm, countless divine runes emerged, densely packed and eerie, like thousands of black-golden chains radiating dark light. The dark glow rippled, enveloping the three demons, with the runes weaving like dragons among them, binding the three together.

“Isn’t skill just technique? It’s out of respect for those who master high-level techniques that we call it skill,” Eluza replied, though still somewhat puzzled.

Although the regional lords still harbored treacherous intentions after uniting to support the throne, under the bloody suppression of General Lu Bu, the Inspector of Yuzhou, Kong Zhou; the Governor of Henei, Wang Kuang; the Governor of Guangling, Zhang Chao; and the Governor of Dongjun, Qiao Mao, who all covertly opposed the domestic reforms, were eliminated by Lu Bu’s forces.

A tall blue figure sat steadily atop, appearing somewhat fatigued—Sili was seated there, with Elena behind her. Seeing Sili, Liyah understood everything immediately.

“You now hold the position of Jingzhao Magistrate; perhaps you can tell me the current population of Guanzhong?” Liu Xie asked.

At that moment, Su Qingge, who was eating fried rice, suddenly blacked out and collapsed face down on the table with a thud.

“In five hundred years, I want talents—an abundance of talents!” Facing the two, Liu Xie said little, only calmly stating his demand.

But at that time, she would no longer consider staying; she still had a chance to return, didn’t she? Waiting for the right moment, she was willing to wait.

Why did Mai’s reaction seem ghostly? Ye Zifan didn’t have time to think further; he took a step forward and caught Mai, who was about to flee into the house.

“Meow.” A snow-white cat with only the tip of its tail black jumped in through the window.

Now, without saying more, at least the people of Chang’an could eat meat every now and then. The appearance of the Hanxing plow greatly improved the efficiency of farming. The cattle reclaimed from the Xianbei, after domestication, meant that though not every household had oxen for plowing, roughly one household in ten could use them.

“I have someone to recommend to Your Majesty. If we speak purely of mathematics, even my father has admitted that he is somewhat inferior to this person,” Cai Yan said with a bow.

“‘The breeze that brushes the face is not cold, like the willow wind’—a fine line, like a mother’s hand gently stroking you.” This is an example of the rhetorical devices of quotation and metaphor. The sentence first quotes a poem by the Southern Song monk Zhinan, describing the warm, gentle spring breeze, making it feel intimate and tangible.