Chapter 34: Sincere Gratitude

Rising to the Top in the 1960s by Raising Children Luo Qianqian 1319 words 2026-02-09 13:58:15

The whole family stepped out of their rooms, with Da Bao rushing ahead to unbolt the door, eager to see what was happening. As the main gate swung open, the noise grew deafening; a crowd surged forward. Da Bao, frightened, hid behind his mother, while Er Bao remained unfazed, his eyes darting around curiously.

On either side of the entrance stood two men, one striking a gong, the other beating a drum. The open space outside was packed with villagers of all ages, drawn by the commotion. A man, simply dressed yet bearing an air of scholarly elegance, led a young boy forward. The woman behind them caught up, and the three knelt abruptly before Li Qingyun.

Li Hao struggled against his bonds, desperate to lunge at Li Yun, but to his speechless frustration, his hands were tied to the stair rail far away, leaving him powerless.

As she spoke, Ah Feng realized her face was already streaked with tears. She had never known until now how important this man was—so important that, even with her own life at risk, all she could think about was how to save Jiang Ming.

Someone noticed Bradley dodging their question, their mind swirling with more doubts, but the current situation left no room for further inquiry. With the White Tower looming so close, they could only follow Bradley in silence, pretending to be mute.

“What’s wrong?” Qingfeng asked, noticing Luo Xi suddenly lift her head with determined eyes, as if she had made up her mind.

“Li Hao, say a few words. Consider it a response to your fans,” Teacher Xie, the homeroom teacher, smiled, pleasantly surprised to have such a handsome student in the class.

Physician Mu watched as the Ninth Prince departed, but the Thirteenth Prince remained steadfast at the bedside. Physician Mu blinked in surprise and coughed lightly; even sensing Mu’s intention to usher him away, the Thirteenth Prince refused to budge.

I shouldn’t be telling Ridard all this, but seeing him worry for no reason pains me even more.

The guard led me up a rickety staircase, but halfway up, he suddenly changed direction. Frowning, I followed behind.

“It’s nothing. Master wants to see you—it’ll only take a moment. Hmph, Master is the greatest!” Li Daniu declared earnestly.

After Ah Feng spoke, relief washed over her, and she smiled at Jiang Ming, having completely forgotten Zhen Niang.

Zhang Zimo was in a foul mood; he knew everything Xu Fengyu had said was true. Tang Lanyue would indeed react that way, and she would feel as if his decision had struck her like a bolt from the blue.

Suddenly, all those in the academy below wore expressions of shock and envy. Everyone hoped to possess such a treasure, but thinking of their own grades, they could only sigh helplessly.

If a new industrial system like this were developed now, the initial investment would be enormous.

Rising, Yunmeng bowed solemnly. “Yunmeng will seek the whereabouts of the Immortal Demon Clan and seal the Demon King, to put Master’s mind at ease.” With that, she turned to leave.

If one overlooked his charming, adorable mustache, his smile was that of a genuinely cheerful young man.

Within the barrier set by six Grand Celestial Immortals, Luo Ning and Xiao Han remained in deep meditation, perfectly still.

After speaking, he took out a transmission talisman, stepped aside, and prepared to send a message to a prominent figure in the sect.

The loss of several thousand Green Banner troops wasn’t too bad, but losing five hundred Eight Banner soldiers gave Han Shiqi a headache.

Gu Qing, having been the Demon Lord for many years, found herself at a loss in such a situation.

The secret relationship between Yun Xiao and the High Priest had lasted several days; at first, the High Priest visited Yun Xiao openly at night, but later, their meetings became furtive.

Meanwhile, the three men continued to grope at the waitress, their hands roaming her chest. No matter how she struggled, she could not break free from their grasp.