Chapter 100: Pulling Beans, Earning Work Points

Gu’s mother and Gu’s eldest sister-in-law were also assigned to pull up soybeans.

Li Qingyun went with them to collect farming tools, then went to work in the fields.

Pulling up soybeans and harvesting corn were both recorded by quota; the work points each member earned depended on the amount of work completed. The soybean field was divided into small plots. Once a plot was finished, the scorekeeper inspected it; if it passed, one work point was awarded. For women, a full day’s quota was eight work points—meaning eight plots of soybeans. After completing that, no more points were counted for the day, but it was rare for anyone to finish so much in a single day.

The scorekeeper also watched to see if members tried to slack off or cheat.

Buying positions and swapping places was commonplace here; insiders who arrived late would often use these simple methods, and some even made a living out of it.

Gianna seemed suspicious when she saw me appear, and that suspicion, along with tears gathering in her eyes, made her aware of something. Naturally, that awareness also extended to Kael’thas, disguised as me, who seemed even less able to believe that I would look like this.

The entire hospital visit was managed by Hoss North from start to finish. At this moment, he raised his hand naturally, unhesitatingly choosing the best combination. Ilan sometimes suffered from indecision; she glanced at Hoss North, and since he had already decided, she felt reassured and no longer troubled.

Hearing the chorus of agreement around him, Situ Yu smiled coldly in his heart. Although Ye Wanren had arrived so early, unexpectedly, causing him to miss the chance to kill Jiang Yu, so what? Slandering Jiang Yu would be effortless; with his status, no one would ever doubt his words.

Ilan turned to look at him, seeking reassurance—he strode forward and wrapped her tightly in his arms. Though his heart brimmed with a thousand words, they could only become a silent embrace.

With the emergence of Xiao Lan, the forces from several factions, acting on orders from their leaders, quietly withdrew several miles. If Xiao Lan launched an attack, none could withstand her.

Fortunately, after this offering, Wei Hao thought, when he stormed into Xiao Dragon Mountain, perhaps Xiao Lan really wouldn’t interfere.

The representatives of the Thirty-Six Great Cities had all expressed their support and congratulated Bai Yu. Everyone knew that the obstacle pressing down on Bai Yu’s head had passed. When Bai Sheng returned, he would become a prominent figure—no longer the playboy of old.

Wei Hao beckoned to Qin Hui, whose hair and beard were graying, calling him “Grandfather”—what an insult that was.

My tears burst forth, and I was left in such a pitiful state, losing face in front of the handsome and alluring man. Miserable! I hung my head and stopped eating.

After dropping off Yu Lili at her home, he returned to the hospital. This time, he managed to cleanse his heart and gained tremendous fortune. Although externally nothing seemed to have changed, Song Tianji clearly felt as if he had returned to his original state at birth; everything was advancing toward the essence of the ancient gods.

If Xiaoyong were to suddenly die one day, Martial Saint Peak would likely collapse and fragment, and the Alliance of Sects, upon learning of his death, would immediately declare independence.

Let us not forget: not long ago, nearly two hundred Daoists infiltrated the March Realm, and later used Dao treasures to self-destruct, helping some Dao avatars escape.

Everyone’s expressions varied, but they followed Song Tianji in silence. Zhao Xue, feeling some pity, looked back, then stamped her foot and turned away.

Don’t be fooled by Er Zhuzi’s mere six years of age—his shuriken skills are directly inherited from the Great Weasel. Though not as strong as the Great Weasel’s fifth or sixth tier, he’s at least two or three tiers competent.

“Sick?” The image of the violent Young Palace Master flashed through my mind. No matter how I thought about it, illness seemed utterly unrelated to that guy.

Suddenly, I heard Old Wang next door burst out laughing. I shivered—damn it, who was I in my past life? So fierce?

After the delicate rains of April, the weather grew intoxicatingly warm. The purple bauhinia blossoms on Mount Jingzi bloomed everywhere, branch after branch, cluster after cluster, as if painted, as if dyed.