Chapter 51: The Textile Mill Job

Returning home, Gu Wennuan recalled what Fang Jiazheng had said and decided to inform the production team leader the next day. After all, since they had helped her, it was only proper to give them a heads-up; whether they chose to listen or not was entirely up to them.

Once back home, Gu Wennuan shared the news about going to the township for training. She explained that the village might open a clinic in the future, giving her the chance to secure a job and a steady income.

Hearing that her daughter-in-law was going to become a doctor, Hu Ailian was overjoyed. With her son in the military and her daughter-in-law as a doctor—

As for whether it would resemble the laboratories used by the high-IQ geniuses in the movies, that was what they looked forward to the most. After all, movies were always just movies, separated from reality by an invisible barrier.

Putting everything else aside, judging solely by this deep-seated feud, the fact that the members of the Cao and Xiao families hadn't started a physical brawl upon meeting was already a sign of considerable restraint.

In Li Yuntong's view, Taipatsa was the type of person with a strong desire for control. Even though Songtsen Gampo had been the sovereign of a nation for many years, she still attempted to control her son through filial piety, unwilling to let her own status face the slightest provocation or doubt. Continuing down this path would only push Songtsen Gampo further and further away, creating a rift between mother and son.

Shunuan glanced at the old person sweeping the floor with a broom, let out a long sigh, and limped toward the room.

Her face flushing alternately red and white, Fairiesd gritted his teeth and made to chase after her to offer an apology. He had finally figured it out: if he wanted to keep his rice bowl, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and beg.

Seeing a youthful Thonmi Sambhota supporting Songtsen Gampo, Li Yuntong couldn't help casting another glance at him.

After dusting the dirt from her clothes with a pat of her hand, she cast a contemptuous look at Wu Huihong and Shunuan standing opposite her.

"They were all copied out yesterday and entrusted to the master to be presented to the deities. The master said he would pray for Taipatsa to help your wish come true," Sonam Dechen replied obediently, lowering her eyes and adopting a docile demeanor.

Hearing her words, Shu Zhuoming froze slightly before turning around to search for the family's large cat.

An Erzhi's father shared his decision with the family, and the men of the An family resolved that any surplus bamboo ware they produced should still be sent to An Erzhi's shop on consignment.

"Take this!" At Liu Er's command, the Holy Temple once again unleashed the twin swords of Xuanyuan and Qingping, which hovered and drifted in his hands. Simultaneously, the sacred, platinum-colored phantom of the Heavenly Sanctuary Sword materialized behind him. The three holy swords tore through the void like three streaks of lightning, piercing straight toward Bodhi.

"Humph! If any mishap befalls my lord, I shall certainly settle the score with you!" Zhao Yun declared, leading his troops off in search of him.

Tianya had bought numerous sacrificial offerings and knelt before his mother's grave, completely devoid of the confusion and sorrow he had felt a year ago.

Her figure happened to be concealed in the gathering night. Xiyun and Immortal Qiaoyu were still fixated on the jade pendant. Just as she wanted to reach out and say something, someone covered her mouth with a cloth strip. Instantly, her body became paralyzed, her consciousness gradually scattering until she finally plunged into complete darkness.

Seething with anger, Xuanguang drew his sword to execute Wang Ping, but was stopped by his officers and men, leaving Wang Ping to return in fury to his camp. In the middle of the night, Wang Ping set fire to the camp, and taking advantage of the Cao troops rushing to put out the flames, he crossed the Han River with a single horse and surrendered to Zhao Yun's camp.

However, a name she had forgotten for a long time was brought up once more by Shen Ruoyu: Qinghe. It had been ages since anyone had called her by that name.

In the morning, a customer came to the shop, inspected the goods on display, and offered to buy ten Kang tables, specifically picking the ones crafted by Tao Weiqi and his brother.

The next day, I stayed home to accompany the three of them, listening to my father-in-law recount stories of the past. I purchased the train tickets heading south to Hainan Island, as well as the plane tickets from the south to Europe.

Over there, the Fog tribe youth stared at Ning Feng enveloped in the toxic mist, feeling utterly bewildered for a moment.

Standing before the two of them was an imperial court messenger—it was precisely this messenger who had delivered the letter from Wu Batian.

"Then... I will use my actions to show you what I want to do!" Ling Muchen said, attempting to pin her beneath him, but Pei An'an stopped him by pressing her palm against his chest.