41 Winning Through Rarity

"Demonstration? Demonstrate what?" Wei Dabao opened one eye slightly and looked sidelong at the two servants.

The two looked at each other, the corners of their mouths twitching fiercely.

"Master, not demonstration, it's food distribution. Just like giving out porridge."

Hearing this, Wei Dabao knitted his brows slightly. In this day and age, anyone willing to spare porridge was already considered a great philanthropist; who on earth had deep enough pockets to actually give out full meals?

"They recruited so many lowly vagrants, just to give him—"

And since there were so many precedents, if someone already disliked him, that would be that, but for those who still adored him, Cao Jun naturally could not give up.

Zhou Zhengjie got up, pulled aside the cloth curtain that offered virtually no soundproofing, and had a lengthy conversation with Uncle Hao lying on the bed inside.

This situation only intensified as her mother consistently failed to conceive again, sometimes resulting in a beating or two every day or two.

Ning Lan was completely at a loss, her panicked and bewildered gaze falling upon the estate physician, unable to hold back two lines of tears rolling down her cheeks.

Tuesday: morning at the real estate center for the title transfer, afternoon meeting the landlord, followed by shopping, dining, and sleeping with Liu Yuling.

Chang Jingtong listened to Tian Qianqian's words while nodding in agreement from time to time, but her gaze constantly swept the corners of her eyes when she turned her head to pretend to look at the scenery on both sides, catching another pair of old folks silently holding hands behind them.

However, given the medical skills and abilities Ye Fan currently possessed, curing Father Song was merely a matter of a casual effort.

Princess Jinyang gave a sneer of derision, knowing that Yan Ruyue had finally realized the critical importance of being a filial daughter-in-law.

Yet Qin Tian merely touched the jade pendant before letting go, causing Xue Yiren to breathe a slight sigh of relief.

He had merely looked a couple of extra times out of curiosity and had been warned! Doctor Zhang kept his eyes fixed on the bridge of his nose, not daring to let his gaze wander again.

With that, Wu Song sprinted like a flying arrow toward the county yamen. "Oops!" Before he had run ten steps, he crashed a burly man who was also hurrying along right to the ground.

How could anyone be coming here at a time like this? I turned around in bewilderment, sniffed, and casually opened the door.

Jian tightened the sash around his waist and coiled his hair up with a peachwood hairpin. He paced around the spot several times, yet found no trace of an envelope. Confirming once again that it was entirely absent, a trace of disappointment and resentment inevitably welled up in his heart.

As for why the other two had come, their outward excuses were casual, but what lay hidden beneath the surface remained impossible to guess. Then there was the retired old eunuch, and perhaps others hiding in the shadows. It was simply that the appearance of certain individuals had disrupted the original layout without exposing themselves.

Hearing this, Wu Song was overjoyed. Before his time-travel, even if he didn't understand soccer, he had heard plenty about it—especially reading news commentary on the national team after every World Cup qualifiers, which was funnier than watching Stephen Chow's movies. To encounter the first generation of soccer stars in the Northern Song dynasty was truly a fine thing.

"Yes, great Mage Zieg. I shall do everything in my power to handle the task you have entrusted to me. Long live black magic!" Ivan bowed deeply once more, kissing the tip of Mage Zieg's boots.

However, Wang Qing, who had originally kept her eyes tightly shut, abruptly snapped them open. Just now, she had heard a familiar voice say a single word: "Good," directed right toward her.

For some reason, whenever Bai Xue saw Chen Zui's roguish and flippant demeanor, it made her teeth itch with vexation. She lightly bit her lower lip, wearing a trace of thin anger, thinking to herself: since you are courting death, I will gladly bury you.

Wu Song drilled a hole right through the middle of a lotus leaf, and the stem was hollowed out. As long as wine was poured onto the lotus leaf, it would flow straight out from the other end of the stem.

Immersed in the fusion of power, Song Chengjie finally woke from his trance, separating his palms once more and slowly pulling apart those two contending forces.

"Being able to see so many celebrities is exciting to a degree, but it's hardly enough to keep me up at night!" Cheng Weiliang said indifferently. He took off his athletic jacket, went to his room to fetch a change of clothes, and headed toward the bathroom.