Rebirth of Billionaire's Wife - Chapter 389: That’s the lead

Sangyu traveled to the primitive society,

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was attacked by an ugly monster.

In a critical moment, he was saved by a little savage,

She couldn’t find the main road, so she could only follow the little savages to their tribe,

However, the tribe was attacked and the leader was killed in the battle.

Young people were taken away, leaving only a group of old and weak women and children waiting to die.

Sang Yu had nowhere to go, and in order to repay the little wild man, he gathered the remaining thirty or forty people to form a new tribe.

She tried her best to teach the tribe members to open up wasteland and farm land, raise poultry, fish, make pottery, and build houses;

Establish laws, teach tribal people to read, learn etiquette and pay attention to hygiene;

At the same time, dig trenches and build walls to resist the invasion of other tribes;

The annexation of the population and continuous external expansion became the first tribe in the primitive era to create a new era.

The former little savage gradually grew up and became a tall and sassy little beauty,

The little girl is wild, but she is beautiful and obedient, and her combat effectiveness is over the top.

She followed the Sangyu guard tribe to fight in all directions, and beat the bandits and other tribesmen to pieces.

If anyone dares to covet his lord, he will be beaten to the ground.

Content tags: Traveling through time and space farming culture gourmet infrastructure

Search keywords: Protagonist: Sang Yu, Yu ┃ Supporting roles: Ya, Miao, Zhuang, Gao ┃ Others:

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The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Petite Princess VS Rough KhanOn their wedding day, Yelu Yan told Li Xianyun that apart from affection, he could provide her with endless wealth and honor.After the marriage, he indeed kept his promise, cherishing her in the palm of his hand.Little did he know, the more he cherished her, the deeper she burrowed into his heart, right to the very top.Not long after the political marriage with the Khitans, Li Xianyun gradually noticed earth-shattering changes around her:Initially, the commoners who disliked her began to worship her as a deity...The court officials accusing her of bewitching their lord were now pleading with her to consummate the marriage with the Khan...The most perplexing of all was her husband in name; wasn’t he the one who said he wouldn't give her emotional affection? Why was he always following her around?Little theater scene 1:One day, Yelu Yan cornered Li Xianyun against the wall.“Why are you avoiding this Khan?”“They say you might have taken a liking to your servant.”“Remove ‘might’, isn’t it obvious enough from how this Khan acts?”“But you said you wouldn’t give your servant emotional affection.”Yelu Yan held his forehead; he had indeed said too many foolish things.“The Han people always say that one should start a family and then establish a career; clearly, the two are not in conflict.”Little theater scene 2:The sun had risen high, yet Yelu Yan was still clinging to Li Xianyun.“Get up quickly, I have to leave. There are patients on the street waiting for my consultation, the good fields to the west need irrigation, the homestead plots in the east need measuring, and I have to oversee the silk reeling and dyeing... Uh...”“Your husband is a patient, don’t you care for him?”Li Xianyun looked at the man tough enough to rival ten bulls and was utterly speechless.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…