Chapter 242 - 43_2

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Chapter 242: Chapter 43_2Moreover, it seems like I’ve found a training method, Alii is my training partner. Although, he vaguely felt that this training partner’s level was somewhat overqualified. But the greater the difficulty, the faster his improvement would be. At worst it would just be a headache, which he could endure. "Alii, shall we go again?" The girl nodded her head. Then, they lay down together and closed their eyes. The same start, the same process, the same images... and the same splitting headache. Just as Li Zhiyuan was recovering from his second round, Aunt Liu’s voice came from downstairs: "Time for breakfast!" It felt a lot like the old days when he used to get up early to play several rounds of chess while waiting for breakfast. Li Zhiyuan thought that he had found a new game to play with the girl. Breakfast was porridge, but there was a wide variety of pickles, both traditional local ones from Nantong and Grandma Liu’s favorites. The small dishes were laid out on the table, creating a sense of ceremony. Of course, if you don’t consider Run Sheng and Binbin. Run Sheng had always eaten like this, breakfast, lunch, and dinner all needed to be served fragrant, porridge in a basin, all kinds of pickles dumped in, stirred together, and then eaten with a soup spoon, each spoonful with a uniform mix of porridge and pickles. Tan Wenbin was completely assimilated. Li Sanjiang sat with his left leg crossed; he sat with his right leg crossed. Both held their bowls of porridge and slurped halfway around the rim before using chopsticks to pick a few strands of pickles to throw into their mouths. While chewing on the pickles, they would scratch an itch with the back end of the chopsticks and gaze into the distance. After the meal, Li Sanjiang lit a cigarette. Tan Wenbin took the initiative to pick up a match and light it for Li Sanjiang. Then, while the match was still burning, he also took a cigarette from Li Sanjiang’s box for himself, lit it quickly, and disposed of the match with a swift shake of the hand. Li Sanjiang glanced at him but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t familiar with the word "rebellious," but having lived long enough and seen much, he knew the boy was in that stage. Typically, when youngsters grow up, they all go through this phase, feeling that becoming an adult is such a grand matter. But when his gaze turned to Li Zhiyuan, Li Sanjiang smiled again – his Little Yuanhou definitely wouldn’t be so childish. Li Zhiyuan took down the money exchanged from the gold ingots and handed the bag to Li Sanjiang: "Grandmaster, Uncle Ding and the others came by this morning, said something urgent came up, needed to rush back, didn’t want to disturb your sleep so they didn’t wake you, asked me to give the money to you." "Really? Are they in such a hurry?" Li Sanjiang took the black plastic bag and glanced inside; his puff on the cigarette noticeably sped up. "Well, look at that, not short at all." "Grandmaster, it should be enough, right?" "It’s definitely enough. Once the contracting money is paid, plant peach trees with the rest. If there’s more money leftover, plant them denser; if there’s less, plant them more sparsely. Well, I’ll go to the village chief to sign the contract, then onto town to inquire about saplings. Ting Hou, I won’t be coming back for lunch. Sigh, if it weren’t for the house, I really wouldn’t want to bother with this kind of hassle." Li Sanjiang picked up the bag and walked out. Just as he was walking down the embankment, his voice could be heard: "Cui Cui, are you coming to play with Little Yuanhou?" "Uh-huh." "Then off you go." Soon, Cui Cui arrived at the top of the embankment; her gaze swept over Li Zhiyuan and Alii, and a radiant smile appeared on her face. "Brother Yuanhou." As she ran over, Li Zhiyuan took hold of Alii’s hand. "Brother Yuanhou, today is my birthday. My mom will buy me a birthday cake. Will you come to my house for lunch, please?" Cui Cui’s eyes were filled with anticipation; she had always dreamed of having friends to celebrate her birthday with. "Sure, I’ll come." Sёarᴄh the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "And what about Sister A Li?" Li Zhiyuan turned to Alii and asked, "Do you want to go?" Alii looked at the boy and nodded her head. Li Zhiyuan was taken aback; he hadn’t really expected Alii to agree. Far away, Liu Yumei, still slowly savoring her breakfast, was also surprised as she looked up, joy appearing on her face. "Then Alii will come too." "Yay, that’s great!" "But Cui Cui, you have to tell Aunt Xiang Hou that she needs to prepare a separate table, Alii can’t be too close to strangers." "I get it, I already told my mom about Sister A Li before, I’ll make sure she prepares it." "I’ll go too." Tan Wenbin raised his hand. "Brother Yuanhou, who is he?" "Zhuangzhuang." "What Zhuangzhuang, I’m Binbin!" Li Zhiyuan looked at him and said, "I thought you had already accepted that name." "I just can’t be bothered to argue with your grandmaster." Tan Wenbin rolled his eyes. "Then great, Zhuangzhuang... oh, I mean Brother Binbin, you should come too." Naturally, Cui Cui hoped that the more people attended her birthday, the better. Tan Wenbin, who was shouting towards Run Sheng still big-spooning his porridge in the corner, said, "Run Sheng, are you coming? There’s cake to eat." Run Sheng looked at Li Zhiyuan, saw him nodding, and replied, "I’ll go!" Li Zhiyuan said to Cui Cui, "Oh, Cui Cui, you also need to tell your mom to cook an extra pot of rice." "Sure thing, I will do that. I’ll go back first then, you guys better come for lunch. Bye, Brother Yuanhou, Sister A Li, Brother Runsheng, Brother Zhuangzhuang." Cui Cui hopped and skipped her way back, so happy it seemed as though she might sprout a pair of wings and take flight. Tan Wenbin came over and said, "Brother Xiao Yuan, shall we go to town now to pick out a gift?" Li Zhiyuan nodded, "I’ll go upstairs to get money." "Don’t worry about it, I have some." Tan Wenbin patted his pocket. In order not to impose on anyone’s home, his parents had unusually given him a considerable amount of pocket money. "Alright then, Brother Runsheng, let’s take a tricycle to town." "Coming!" Run Sheng scooped up the remaining porridge in his basin into his mouth, washed his face at the well, and then brought out the tricycle.

Chapter 242 - 43_2

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