The Little Paulownia Tree from the Village Is So Poor

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When the little parasol tree learned he was going to the city to marry the person he'd been promised to before birth, his childhood friends all sent wedding gifts.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng Spirit: I heard humans like ginseng that's been aged for a long time. Here's a lucky 9,999 roots for you.

The Rosewood Tree, whose age is unknown: I planned ahead. I made you a complete set of furniture hundreds of years ago.

The weakest treasure-hunting mouse: I... I'm poor. All I have are some shiny stones.

Tian Lu, a greedy Pixiu spirit who never lets money out once it comes in, started a small company. He's got a car and a house, and assets just over a hundred million.

Looking at his betrothed's shabby appearance, he secretly decided: Call off the wedding!

An innocent, simple-minded, secretly wealthy bottom VS a stingy, theatrical top.

Please add my next book, The Little Radish Sprout in the Apocalypse, to your reading list.

It's the tenth year of the apocalypse. Supplies are becoming increasingly scarce, especially fresh vegetables. Ordinary people can go all year without seeing even a single stalk.

His mother was sick, so the young Chu Yuyun risked his life to search the deep mountains for edible wild greens. There, he found a thin little radish that looked like it hadn't fully grown.

Radishes can be served cold, stir-fried, or made into soup. Just as Chu Yuyun picked up his gleaming kitchen knife to cut it, the little radish suddenly burst into tears. "Don't eat me! I'll be good!"

The little ginseng sprout grew up in a field of radishes beside a Taoist temple, always thinking he was a radish.

He was so capable, a real expert at growing vegetables. Every time he finished his bath and watered the field, the vegetables grew bigger and tastier.

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Can a Wicked Ghost Raise a Kid? by Yu Xiaoba

No! Absolutely not! There's no way I'm raising a kid!

Bo Chi is a wicked ghost. After sleeping in a daze for countless years, he woke up to find he'd become human.

Being human was fine, but why did he also have to raise a little kid to make ends meet?

The wicked ghost insisted he would never raise a kid!

The chubby little kid reached out and hugged his leg. "Uncle~"

Bo Chi looked down and found the kid deliciously tempting.

Fine, he'd raise him. If he got hungry, he could always eat him.

Jun San is a Taotie. He doesn't like helping others or standing up to bullies. The meaning of life is a good meal.

Years ago, he found a delicious soul and found it a body to grow in, planning to eat it once it was ripe.

The Taotie drooled, counting on his claws.

Fatter, fatter, almost ready to eat! Fatter, even fatter!... Huh? Why is he starting to lose weight?!

Jun San earnestly tried to persuade him: Losing weight is bad for you.

Bo Chi: A slender figure is part of an actor's professional qualifications!

Jun San chuckled: As if I don't know your main job is being a wicked ghost.

Bo Chi led the kid along. "This is my kid. He'll be delicious once I fatten him up."

Jun San stared at him meaningfully. "What a coincidence. I'm raising a kid too."

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