Rise of the Poor

Chapter 394

Chapter 394: If You Were to Gift Me a Wooden Hairpin The setting sun cast its lingering golden light across the Linhuai Marquis’s residence. A pair of swallows, circling together in perfect companionship, lingered for a moment before flitting away. In the distance, the creaking of approaching carriages broke the quiet, and slowly, amid the […]

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Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Cabbage and Pigs The enthusiasm of girls for shopping seemed boundless. Even without the intention to buy anything, they could wander from one street to the next with unflagging energy, completely oblivious to fatigue. “Ice sugar hawthorns…” On the edge of the street, a vendor carried a straw-and-wood frame strapped together with twine.

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Chapter 385

Chapter 385: First Uncle’s Calculations The carriages rolled away, leaving only dust in their wake, while the people stood gazing westward, still remembering—still aching over—those hundred taels of silver.   As the First Uncle and the others stared blankly toward the gate, none of them could recover from the shock for a long while. A

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