Chapter 42 One Cannot Be Too Greedy

Wang Zhen understood. So the second brother wanted new clothes and a bicycle, and the story about being discriminated against in the dormitory was made up by him, wasn't it?
Wang Song shook his head.
"Second son, students compete on grades, not on food and clothing."
"When Wang Peng went to our junior high school, the clothes he wore weren't as nice as yours, but everyone fought to play with him."
"Listen to your father, don't pay attention to those trashy students. Your grades are better than theirs, and you should look down on them too."
After saying this, Wang Cheng continued to lower his head and eat corn bread with pickles.
"All right, I'll listen to Father and just ignore them," Wang Cheng said. "I know our family's situation, where would we still have money to buy me clothes?"
The son was so sensible that it broke one's heart, and Li Guifen felt a pang of guilt...
However, the berths were limited after all, so in order to fight for them, these people began to brawl.
She hadn't guessed a single one of the riddle questions, nor did she receive any gifts, which made her feel somewhat displeased.
"I'm saying, Yun Zichen, your dad has stopped picking up food, and you're still eating." Qiao Bing looked at her son, Yun Zichen.
Of course, the gathering had already been scheduled, so no matter how much Fenghuang didn't want Shen Qianyue to go, she still had to attend.
From this, it could be seen that Yun Jinyao had known about Du Sheng's ambush all along, and there was no need to waste any effort on extra defense.
Seeing Si Si, Shen Qiqi's mood was still considered good, because his appearance meant that Feifei had also been sent back.
Outside these chaotic tents, a mess of garbage, food, and miscellaneous daily necessities piled up and filled an entire street.
Pei Sheng, deep in his heart, was still mostly inclined to follow Elder Huangfu to the Celestial Realm.
It was Jiang Ziyi who had taken the initiative to tell Ye Qingluo about the matter, and Ye Qingluo completely believed Jiang Ziyi's words.

"Golden Cat's Eye" had some injuries on his body, but not many. A few days ago, after being taken to Changning Palace, before much torture was applied, he confessed his crimes and pointed the finger at the Holy One for taking demonic medicine.
Sure enough, she saw the gazes of quite a few people focusing on Song Jinxiu, filled with disdain, sympathy, contempt, and even gloating.
He felt himself being lifted into a coffin—a thousand-year-old golden nanmu coffin he had chosen himself, its interior paved with his favorite gold and jade.
Ye Nian limped along behind, unable to figure out why her father was angry. Was it because of Xiao Siyu, or was he mad at her for meddling and getting beaten up?
When he had retreated halfway, Wu Rui rushed over, and seeing him like this, charged directly toward the dagger.
At that moment, seeing the Hell Cube spinning in the air, he could not help but be instantly mesmerized by its exquisite design.
Four men in black lay on the ground, and a middle-aged man leaned against his sword with his back against a tree, his chest pierced by numerous knives as blood gushed onto the ground.
Not knowing if it was an illusion, Lu Lingfeng actually felt that Gao Dazhuang's departing figure looked somewhat grand and majestic.
And when Zandal brushed aside Xianyu's hair, the other party understood the reason for his resurrection from the dead.
Gu Mingnuan sat inside the carriage, lifting the curtain to admire the street views of the capital, and could not help silently praising that this prosperous metropolis was a hundred times more affluent than Yangzhou.
Lin Feng was no match for the Battle Dragon God; a thousand Lin Fengs would still be no match for the Battle Dragon God. Bingtian Ling was glad that Lin Feng had maintained his rationality and hadn't acted rashly to save her.
The surrounding scenery changed in an instant; the desert vanished, and Chen Xu returned to the main hall once again.
Looking at the servants' expressions of utmost terror, and even Madam Zhao and the Third Concubine turning pale and weak in body, Chu Xi rubbed his brow, his voice carrying a trace of exhaustion.
Just when Ye Qinghan felt that Tang Xun'er was simply provoking him, a single sentence from Tang Xun'er drifted into Ye Qinghan's ears like celestial music, causing his favorability toward her to skyrocket.
"Speak up, don't just drink and not talk?" Seeing Long Yi remain silent, the Overlord God urged him.
Due to the withered main veins of the terrain and water, this mountain was now abandoned, and even the rock mass had grown brittle, liable to collapse with the slightest force.
Mu He was startled. Looking at the suddenly appearing ferocious monster, he pointed his magical artifact, sending the rhinoceros demon beast puppet charging straight toward Xing Meng, while those ten innate beast puppets simultaneously pounced on Chen Xu.

Just at that moment, a second bolt of golden lightning followed closely behind, blasting yet another man in black to death. The remaining man in black, after the Daoist sect members recovered from their shock, was instantly submerged in a flood of talismanic light.
Earlier it was just a dream, and the poisonous miasma required the physical manifestation of the poisons she refined, but how could that truly be used in a dream? So naturally, it was ineffective.
After Madam Zhao and the others left, Dabai, who had long been unable to restrain itself, let out an "Awooo" and charged toward the locked courtyard gate.
Just a moment ago she cared about the issue of superpowers, but now she had given up on it. Seeing how disappointed Zhu Li was, Jing Xi kindly comforted her.
The cultivation of Daoist magic and martial arts both demanded meticulousness and precision; a fraction of an error could lead to a thousand miles of deviation. Not the slightest mistake could be tolerated, for a single mistake might destroy a genius.
Pity that Old Jiang's measures were still the same old tunes, the gist being that my Great Ming is the suzerain state of Joseon, and how could there be a suzerain state in the world that demands money from its tributary state? To do so would be to lose credibility before the world, to violate the teachings of the sages, and to damage the image of Great Ming.
Fortunately, Bai Zhi at this moment was still that same Bai Zhi filled with rage and slaughter, his heart consumed by anger with not the slightest room left for any other emotion.
Madam Liu was overwhelmingly satisfied. "You don't say, it really is a lot cheaper!" If she had bought new ones, just those two pots alone would probably have cost three taels of silver.
Such words would only be believed by a head of the family who had gone mad wanting a son; a crone like her who didn't know a single character certainly didn't believe it. But what could she do about it! They were the masters, and she was merely a servant woman, forced to obey orders.
The emergence and apology of Chancellor Ran made the air of the entire Yujing City feel scorching hot. Amidst the anticipation and gazes of a million people, Chancellor Ran's speech began.
This cruel scene made Mo Yiming feel as though Old Wang was a completely different person. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva, thinking that when Old Wang turned ruthless, he could be terrifyingly cruel.
Pondering for a moment, Qingyang Huan reached out directly to demand benefits. After all, since he was already taking the blame, he certainly couldn't let the scapegoat feel disheartened, right?
Time was when this was an unreachable realm, yet now he wanted to see if he could truly walk the heavens and battle kings head-on.