Chapter 21: The Trivialities of Life

Li Qingyun kept a basket of freshly picked yardlong beans to eat while they were tender, and set aside another basket to blanch and sun-dry into dried beans. When needed, she could soak them and use them for stir-fries, mixed dishes, or stews. The same went for eggplants—she would slice them into strips and dry them for winter consumption. This was the northern way of storing vegetables for the cold months.

Though she could preserve them in her special space to keep them even fresher, she still needed to go through the motions as a cover.

With these vegetables, a few other winter staples, and those she had previously purchased and stored in the space, she had no worries about vegetable supplies for the coming winter.

That night, dinner was beef stewed with tomatoes and loofah with eggs.

“I beg Your Majesty to forgive my brother’s reckless behavior, and I too beg for pardon,” Pei Zhenyi knelt on the ground.

No sooner had a few words been exchanged than those people began to quarrel noisily, and the reporters from the Qingliu Gazette inevitably arrived.

With only a year and a half left before they had to leave, Liyue and Xize discussed the matter and decided it was necessary to tell their family a few things. If possible, after they left, they hoped their relatives could also join the Sanctuary and cultivate the Way. Of course, this would require further careful discussion with the family.

There were no outsiders nearby; the soldiers had swapped their blades for muskets and, under the harsh commands of their trainers, repeated the now-familiar shooting drills again and again.

“Since Mr. Sikong is currently fasting, perhaps he could take only some wine and water?” Mayor Su thought for a moment, forced a smile, and posed the question.

Lin Feng glanced around and saw no fewer than five or six thousand artificers wearing garments marked with the insignia of their craft.

He remembered that when the patriarch of the Luo clan was hunting him down, the old man had roared in fury that the White Demon Blade Technique must never fall into outsiders’ hands. That was also why Ye Fei had pretended to be Luo Zhen.

Behind them, a silver-white shockwave struck the spot where they had just hovered in the void, shooting straight into the clouds and setting off a flurry of thunder and lightning.

Priest frowned. It seemed the clue was not here, which frustrated him greatly. Would he really have to go downstairs and admit they had found nothing?

He saw the “worth three thousand” performer on stage strip off his last pair of underpants, revealing something his own Nanmu family had as well—two of them, in fact.

The powerful downward slash, accompanied by the flexible sword, came crashing down. The two levels of Gale Saber’s fighting energy completely made up for any difference in quality by sheer quantity. For a moment, Saber was utterly unable to cope with an opponent like Kent and could only flee in embarrassment.

Su Yinyin understood in her heart that in this life, one cannot ask for too much. The wheels of fate turn ceaselessly, but finally, everything had returned to its proper path.

She suddenly realized that all her quick wit and sharp tongue counted for nothing before Jin Tingxiao.

With a sweep of its forepaw, a gigantic shadow, vast enough to blot out the sun, descended with a howling wind upon the disciples of the Wuwei Gate Academy.

All things in the world, excepting those transcendents who exist outside the Three Realms and Five Elements, are bound within them.

“Prince Su’s actions are utterly outrageous!” Fu Yuejun scolded in bitter disappointment, so angry her teeth itched.

Fu Yuejun frowned, utterly unable to understand Sang Ling’s behavior. She couldn’t help but speculate—could it be that Sang Ling was raising gu worms? Otherwise, what did she need bugs for?

There were millions in the world. Fu Chennian might mistake anyone else, but he would never mistake Xue Wu. Even if she were reduced to ashes, he would still find her.

“Forty million?!” Leng Moxi had already sat up from the cool couch. If Mo Ziqian shook his head again, she would probably jump to her feet.

They had hoped to use this opportunity to persuade Gao Xuecheng to recruit Chen Rui into the unit no matter what, but now it seemed there was truly no chance.

Gritting his teeth hard, he tried to take a few steps, but the pain was too intense. He could only lower his head and mutter a few words.

The mining region and the town of Longta could only absorb a thousand kilograms; the remaining five or six tons of vegetables were picked at dusk, loaded onto trucks, and escorted by four workers. They drove overnight, detouring through the state capital of Oyo, and delivered the goods to various restaurants and supermarkets in Degralamo by dawn.