Chapter 91: Papermaking Ice-Making Method

xty years old, with white hair and beard, looked like a fairy with an ethereal presence. There was a smile on his face that made him appear amiable, but his deep-set eyes seemed to pierce through ever...It is now the middle of the month.

The night was deep, a round moon hung high in the sky.

Inside the Yang family home, everyone sat together, watching Xiao Jiu calculate..My husband, I'm so sorry!I can't be with you until the end! I really wish there was something I could do to help.It's a shame, I guess I'm just not good enough. I couldn't even handle something so sm...