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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 339 It's all over (asking for monthly ticket)

Looking at the silent crowd at the entrance, Mrs. Song assumed she had won the argument. Her pride vitally inflated as she raised her chin, revealing the several layers of fat hiding underneath. She laughed with a hint of mockery in her eyes, "Some of you are just sore losers who cannot stand to see others do well because your own daughters are failures and your families are full of misfortune. You invent unwarranted accusations out of jealousy."

"People like you deserve to remain poor and your daughters deserve to lack such good fortune!"

"We don't want this 'good fortune' that sends our daughters to their graves. I guess your family is capable of such, as other families don't have hearts as dark as yours," a tall, skinny middle-aged woman named Mrs. Zhao retorted with a sardonic smirk.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Mrs. Zhao, do you know something we don't?"