Chapter 135: Water Can Carry a Boat
It is quite tragic that farmers, who specialize in cultivating the land, find themselves without any grain. In years of natural disasters, the first to perish from starvation are neither high officials nor landlords and gentry, nor workers and merchants, but the very producers of food: the farmers. It is like dying of thirst beside a well—both pitiful and heartrending, a bitter tear shed in sorrow.
Throughout every dynasty, from emperors to local landlords and gentry, the lives of farmers have been disregarded.
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“Then tell him we’ll discuss this with the board and get back to him shortly,” the corpulent company president said.
Even so, with Wang Dabao’s current cultivation level, if he devoted himself to helping his grandmother this once, extending her life by ten or even eight years would be no problem. But even then, would that truly be best for her?
“Hmph! I haven’t the time for official talk. Let’s just work together and support each other; otherwise, we’re all doomed to stay stuck here!” the policeman said impatiently.
“Then… let the kitchen prepare a beauty porridge combining coix seeds with fresh pork kidneys. Drinking several bowls a day would have quite a good effect,” Li Longfei suggested.
The nearby police guarding the perimeter were also startled, speechless as they stared at the beautiful figure drifting down from the sky.
“Am I back in the present world?” Moments ago, Wang Bin, the game emperor, was sitting right across from him. Now, he found himself lying in the Xuan family’s bed. He bit into his own arm hard—“It’s real!” Ye Xuan was stunned; he could clearly feel the pain.
“She seemed to have saved me just now,” Tang Youyou said, not continuing his line of thought but answering him from another angle.
Outsiders praised Li Xian for filial piety and for respecting his mother. Only Li Longfei knew it was all a show put on for appearances.
From then on, Wang Dabao was the sole direct heir of the Wang family! He knelt upright, his tone gradually softening. When he mentioned hauling several carts of spirit stones out of the chasm pillar, he casually asked his uncle how long they could stay on Earth with so many spirit stones.
Cai Meng screamed in agony, sweat beads the size of beans rolling down his head. Tang Haodong crushed his right wrist with a single grip, shattering it. The watermelon knife in his hand clattered to the ground.
Because of the sudden arrival of these zombies, the players were thrown into chaos, fighting individually. They were still too unfamiliar with the skills of the airborne corrosive creature Anglas; even Luo Tianhuan hadn’t anticipated this move.
“See that shield? It effectively prevents cultivators’ primordial spirits from invading. Even if it can’t completely block them, it will at least give a warning. But nothing is absolute—like me, I won’t get detected,” he used this as an excuse, implying, “I can cheat. This kind of gamble is too crude, so I won’t participate.”
What surprised Lota was that the two-meter-wide grub, after crystallizing into water, flicked itself upward into the air, opened its mouth wide, clearly preparing to swallow something whole.
Now, the two factions of elves have reached reconciliation. Under Lota’s correct guidance, they have embarked on a path of development. Yesterday, the Tree of Life set aside its pride and established new rules—specifically, to follow the sustainable development route Lota proposed.
To be honest… she had lived two lifetimes. Before, she did as she pleased, getting exactly what she wanted, and almost no one could ever “keep her in check.”
Yun Jingting looked down at the scratch marks on his arm and silently hid it behind his back.
From late December to mid-January each season is a very cold period in Europe. Since Christmas and other holidays fall within this time, it is like the New Year for them, and most European leagues schedule a winter break then.
He didn’t know where those people had gone, but they were certainly somewhere in the world. Now, he had a goal: to find these humans.