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The Chief Minister’s Ferocious Wife

# chief assistant Zhao Chuchu was reborn in a time before the apocalypse. As soon as the space was filled with supplies, something fell from a high altitude and killed her. Then, she transmigrated, becoming a small villager in an unknown dynasty. She started this new life by taking out the natives, dealing with the plague, and becoming a divine doctor in one fell swoop. Using her fists, she gained high status. She bullied those scums until they cried for their mommy and begged for mercy. She produced large quantities of rice, beans, and sweet potatoes… She could do everything, and she earned a lot of money with that. Everyone watched as she reconciled with Xiao Xiucai. They watched until a baby was born, as well as until Xiao Xiucai became the top scholar and smoothly became the Chief Minister. Then, everyone waited for the day the Chief Minister would divorce his wife, who went through hardships in life with him. They waited and waited until the couple had grown old, the two living together for the rest of their lives.

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You're Only A Peasant 2

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Qiao Heting took a deep breath to calm his urge to beat Sikou Ming.

He understood that Sikou Ming was doing that to him intentionally.

"Mr. Sikou, if you have nothing better to do with your mouth, should I buy you some snacks?" Qiao Heting looked at Sikou Ming. "Quangqing Province is famous for their snacks. You're used to eating expensive foods, so trying some of these snack stalls should be interesting."

"Are you serious? Someone like you eating at snack stalls? Aren't you embarrassed?"

"The most important thing for every person is food. That always comes first. Are you telling me that you only drink rainwater and absorb sunlight as your source of nutrition? You don't look like it. You're not a deity but a peasant."

"You!"

Sikou Ming's face had turned red from the provocation.

The sight of that made Qiao Heting feel better.

"I'm the straightforward type. I'm sorry if I offended you."

"You sure are something else."