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Era-C131
Chapter 131: Night Hunt for Bamboo Partridges, Buying a Yellow Dun in the Afternoon “Bamboo partridges?” Lin Heng was taken aback. He hadn’t gone hunting in a while and hadn’t been paying attention to such things. He hadn’t been out hunting at night lately—he’d just been too busy. Bamboo partridges, also known as mountain partridges, are birds that like to flock together. Their feathers are a flaxen color, with eye-like black spots on their bellies and sides, and a patch of green feathers…- 323.0 K • Ongoing
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Era-C132
Chapter 132: Planning — Choosing a Spot for the Cabin That stallion did indeed have a problem. It had caught a cold last year and couldn’t even stand up, but luckily managed to pull through in the end. However, ever since then, its endurance and strength had noticeably declined. Still, as long as it wasn't pulling heavy loads, it was hard to tell anything was wrong. They hadn’t expected to run into someone as experienced as Lin Heng—checking the horse’s body wasn’t enough for him, he even…- 323.0 K • Ongoing
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Chapter 133 – The Shock of Fair-Weather Friends, Sawing Trees "Not bad at all—you guys made a lot of money," Lin Heng said with a smile, holding his wife and daughter’s hands as they continued walking. Jinhai called out loudly, "Of course! We’ve been in Ancheng these past few months—it’s way bigger than Taibai City. We bought this motorcycle with the money we earned there!" "That’s great," Lin Heng replied with a light smile. Zhao Hu looked at Lin Heng proudly. "Regret it now, don’t…- 323.0 K • Ongoing
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Era-C134
Chapter 134: Building a Cabin, Breeding the Little Ewe “Hey bro, is the Schisandra ripe yet?” That afternoon when they returned, Lin Heng asked. “Nope, still a few more days to go,” Lin Yue shook his head, then added excitedly, “I heard you guys were out cutting trees with a chainsaw—I’m coming with you tomorrow!” “Of course, we’ll get things done even faster with three of us,” Lin Heng nodded with a grin. They only chatted for a bit before Lin Heng’s daughter started whining…- 323.0 K • Ongoing
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Era-C135
Chapter 135: A Majestic Red-Maned Horse This time, they didn’t manage to catch a passing cart or wagon, so the three of them walked all the way to town. Xiaoxia only walked for less than two kilometers before she started clinging to them, refusing to walk anymore. Lin Heng put her in the back basket and carried her for a kilometer, then Xiulan took over. After another kilometer, they switched again. There was no sun today. The sky was overcast and the air was muggy. Neither of them spoke much,…- 323.0 K • Ongoing
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Era-C136
Chapter 136: Watching the Rain with My Wife by the Slate River at Night Lin Heng jumped down from his horse and laughed heartily as he looked at him. “You’ve got a good eye.” As he spoke, he helped Xiulan and Xiaoxia down from the horse. “You look awesome, bro!” Lin Hai walked over and patted the horse’s neck. This horse was taller and looked much more impressive. Lin Hai patted it with a hint of envy. “Can I try riding it, bro?” Lin Hai asked hopefully. “You don’t know how to…- 323.0 K • Ongoing
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Chapter 137: In Search of Autumn’s Mountain Delicacies Heavy rain poured down, drumming a dull rhythm on the ceramic tiles of the roof, pattering against the leaves, and splashing into the water with crisp slaps... Watching the rain and listening to it served no real purpose—it was mostly a way to space out and reflect. Lin Heng recalled a poem and sighed with feeling: “When young, I listened to the rain from a brothel tower, Red candles dim behind gauze curtains…” “That was a great…- 323.0 K • Ongoing
