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Empress of Fortune: A Farm Girl's Rise

Introduction 1: The villagers, when mentioning Zhuang Qingning who had no parents, then fell ill and chose to live on her own rather than being fostered by her uncle's family, they sighed and shook their heads, thinking she was paving her own way to death. But who would have thought, she started a workshop, bought a shop, built a house, lived comfortably raising dogs and cats, and everyone who got close to her flourished financially? The villagers: Is it too late to get in good graces with the God of Wealth now? Awaiting your response, it's quite urgent...... ---- Introduction 2: Everyone in the capital city sighed over the good fortune of the Prince Qi, who was unparalleled in his beauty, for he followed the wishes of the late queen and married an ordinary rural girl, thereby giving up an ideal marriage. But who would have thought, the prince was so considerate of his wife, spent fortune to bring a smile to her face, defied orders just to protect her, totally behaving like a man deeply in love...... All the people: Excuse me, is it too late to start shipping this couple now? ---- This story is about a rural woman growing step by step, expressing warmth, lightness, encountering thorny paths and joyful achievements alike, where lovers eventually marry, and there is retribution for good and evil.

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Chapter 142: Get Used to It

"Seeing you chatting with Miss Zhuang, I decided to wait before calling you. But my stomach became unbearable again, so I had to visit the latrine," Feng Yongkang said, clutching his stomach and rushing off.

So, it really was a stomach discomfort, not some deliberate disregard for Zhuang Qingning.

Zhang Yongchang relaxed his brow and ordered Lian Rong, "Bring him a bowl of sugar-salt water. If this stomach disturbance continues, he won't last long. Drinking sugar-salt water should make him feel better."

"Later, make a scallion pancake with sourdough, not a hard one, as it's not easy to digest. I'll make tofu soup and see if he can keep it down."

"All right," Lian Rong replied, hurrying off to complete the tasks.

Feng Yongkang almost ran to the front hall, slowing down and looking increasingly gloomy.