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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 149 Pain! (Extra Monthly Ticket Update)

The two sisters strolled around the vegetable field, picking out two ripe tomatoes, three cucumbers of just the right size, and a small pumpkin.

The pumpkin had not fully matured, hence it could not be used for porridge or steamed, but it was currently at its most tender. It would be perfect to stir-fry or to steam with buns.

Zhuang Qingning thought and planned to cook a stir-fried pumpkin dish for dinner, served with cucumber salad, salted duck eggs, and a scallion pancake to complete the meal.

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On this end, Zhuang Jingye was marching toward Zhuang Ruman's house in long strides.

The courtyard gate was closed, and although the walls of the house were not particularly high, Zhuang Jingye needed to tiptoe to peek over. Despite this, he could not see much of what was happening inside the courtyard.

Zhuang Jingye fetched two half-brick pieces from the corner to step on, trying to get a better view of what the dark-hearted Zhuang Ruman was up to at home.