155. Fieldwork

In Nanyang, near Xinye County, along a straight official road, vast stretches of neat wheat fields flanked the way. It was early spring, and the wheat shoots in the fields were a vibrant green. Patches of unmelted snow still lingered on the ridges, gleaming brightly in the sunlight.

Three people were riding packhorses along the road, gazing at the fields beside them and chatting as they went.

"Kongming, look at these wheat fields. Do you notice anything amiss?"

Pang Tong asked, pointing at the roadside wheat with his folding fan.

When Lu Jin was not smiling, she had a cold and formidable aura, making her difficult to approach. Seeing her refusal, the sales assistant decided not to push further.

Meanwhile, Bu Lianshi and You Ying's opening battles would take place at Wankou and Ruxukou respectively. Both locations were heavily fortified cities, whereas the latter was merely a fortified river outpost where the river emptied into the Yangtze. There was no need for battering rams when attacking those outposts; they would only be required later during the deep, subsequent push into hardpoint sieges.

Liu Bei felt a sense of regret. It seemed farming was still necessary after all—fishery could never become the primary source of food. He had simply been overthinking it.

"Then that adds one more task to the list: fighting divorce lawsuits." Li Chunjian appeared out of nowhere, sidling up beside He Qingjia and unable to resist chiming in.

Indeed, although the demonstration Lin Shu gave him followed the same set of techniques taught by Jon, whether in terms of speed, the angle of attack, or even the execution of the movements, everything was entirely different. How should he put it? It gave Cha Chai a feeling of both familiarity and strangeness.

To solve this problem, there was only one method: continuously strengthening one's own physique. Xia Shang guessed that with the Patriot's physical constitution, he should be able to handle three core engines; as for any more, Xia Shang reckoned it would be too risky.

Such fluctuations, however, were far too late. Before long, the relentlessly advancing flood surged forward like a starved beast, swallowing them all whole.

"Uncle, Brother Liu is the God of War of the Great Xia after all," Ayina said. "Last time, with just two thousand men guarding Rongcheng, he managed to forcefully repel tens of thousands of troops from the Zhou Dynasty."

Originally, the disciples and old acquaintances of the Xiao family had been sending people into the imperial capital one after another, intending to provide clues to help clear the Xiao family's name. Of course, some had simply come to pledge their loyalty.

The classroom was pin-drop silent. It had to be said that although this class monitor was thoroughly disliked by her peers, her learning capability was indeed exceptionally strong.

As she spoke, she grabbed Yan Dong's arm with both hands, shaking it incessantly, presenting a picture of utter playfulness.

Kuang Yongyi and the others scoffed at the trademark and the advertising slogan, but upon seeing the one hundred Breakthrough Pills before them, their eyes went wide and fixed.

Because this extraordinary being he had replicated turned out to be an ice-attribute extraordinary as well—this came as quite a pleasant surprise. Therefore, he now possessed a high degree of resistance against Luoyan's freezing aura.

"I can't go; I have to work tomorrow," Jiang Zi hurriedly shook her head. What she loathed the most was attending banquets of this sort.

This was Wang Jian's first time seeing the "true face" of Li Laoliu, the husband of his distant second cousin: a colored memorial portrait hanging on the wall in the center of the mourning hall.

For instance, had he really bought two luxury mansions—one in Raffles City on the river peninsula and another at the Palm Springs hilltop villa in the North River wealthy district, just as he claimed in his Douyin videos?

The mysterious stone fragment in his sea of consciousness was the extraordinary artifact Xiao Wuxian had mentioned, only for some unknown reason, it had wound up inside his own sea of consciousness.

Just as Yang Yan's voice trailed off, Chen Longxiao abruptly halted in his tracks and instantly whirled around to face Yang Yan.

After all, he was merely a pampered young master of a wealthy family who had never suffered much hardship. Now, having been beaten so savagely, his mental defenses had collapsed, and crying on the spot was hardly surprising.

There were many details that simply defied understanding—for instance, why could they suddenly not enter a perfectly fine building, while the people brought by Chu Lan were able to go right in?

I will inform the Empress Dowager about the Lvsui incident; the command of this outer city's garrison should be returned to the Changsheng Mansion.

Rong Ning had originally thought the matter was over and done with, but clearly, things were not as simple as she had imagined.