Xu Zhichun laughed and said: "We’ve already discussed it, so please, Uncle Lizheng, go and tell them."
“Good good!”
Xu Zhichun, smiling again, brought up the matter of buying land.
Liang Lizheng was startled, gave her a look, and said: "Have you thought it through? If you have, then buy. Wasteland costs two taels of silver per mu. Within a year it must be reclaimed, or else it will be taken back. Starting next year, tax must be paid—twenty coins per mu, or ten pounds of dried soybeans."
Physician Ye was absorbed in studying the formula and did not notice Yan Ruoxi’s expression.
Yan Ruoxi’s face shifted from pale to flushed, her fists clenched tight, revealing a look of jealous hatred.
After half a day, Physician Ye finally figured out the formula for the wound medicine. He nodded approvingly: “What a marvelous remedy—when Seven‑Day Grass and Polygonum are used together, they can swiftly stop bleeding…”
Chu Yunli tacitly accepted Physician Ye and Yan Ruoxi’s company, and the group continued toward He Province.
Chu Yunli’s coldness made Yan Ruoxi feel wronged, but she quickly adjusted her state of mind. The road was long, and there would surely be chances to draw closer to Brother Chu.
Her looks were no less than Jiang Ning’s, her medical skill outstanding, and as the daughter of a noble family, she surpassed Jiang Ning in every way.
The other, with strength alone, held off the fifty thousand enemies pursuing him, and even chose to follow him back to defend Liaozhou.
Alas for Hua Yan—his whole life spent in war, all his cultivation carved from battle, yet he barely reached the eighth rank.
And this youth, not yet of age, already possessed eighth‑rank cultivation—an exceptionally powerful fire‑type spiritual adept. Such a genius, he was witnessing for the first time.
Murong Yun shifted her footing, moving through the air to block Gong Liu’s path.
At the same time, the vines slithered, wrapping around the two of them.
At this moment, Gong Liu was like a trapped turtle—only with Murong Yun as his roommate.
She made the Marquis household’s boys stand up; Wen Qingwan’s main aim was the unexpected surprise from the Merit Mall, while letting them eat meat at every meal was only incidental.
“The Marquis household’s status is indeed not low; Second Brother is handsome and elegant, and he’s no longer young—he should have long since married and established himself.”
“Since you haven’t yet married, you should first establish your career. If it were two years earlier, you could still get away with the excuse of ‘too young to marry.’”
Wen Qingwan saw the Marquis’s father grinning cheerfully, yet inside he is ranting fiercely.
[I may be incompetent, but I never cover it up, and I certainly don’t act like some swaggering tough guy.]
[My wife died, I was deeply grieved, yet they shoved all the blame onto me, and my father‑in‑law just patted his backside and walked away.]
