New problems arise every day.

To solve these problems, Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan had to sit in the living room for half a day every day, and then discuss them with each other.

By June, the workers' dormitories had been completed and workers began to move in.

As temperatures rise, the sea has thawed more than halfway, but cargo ships still cannot fully dock. Workers need to jump into the sea to transport the goods, and since only a few workers are needed, Li Changzhou built workers' dormitories in other places so that all workers would have work to do.

The flour industry is now completely under Li Changzhou's control, and prices are stable.

Some foremen who liked to withhold wages were executed on the spot by Li Changzhou when workers first confronted them. The area in front of the Marshal's Mansion almost became an execution ground.

Some workers or other foremen took the opportunity to seek revenge or frame others, but under the questioning of "Goddess Guanyin," they could not hide anything.

Guanyin's name gradually became more prestigious than that of Master Li.

There are no obvious changes in Songcheng, but the workers no longer have to worry about losing their jobs or having their wages docked, and everything is thriving.

On June 6th, Yang Qinglan lay on a soft chair in the corridor, flipping through the booklet in her hand.

The past month of issuing orders has added a touch of authority to her otherwise serene and elegant demeanor.

Li Changzhou stood in the courtyard under the corridor, his mind filled with turbulent thoughts, yet he remained silent.

The muscles, blood, fascia, and cells throughout the body, drawn by the dark clouds, slowly began to tremble, seemingly transforming into thunderclouds containing incomparably violent lightning.

Rumble!

In my mind, lightning flashed like a dragon in the dark clouds, occasionally revealing a scale or claw.

Li Changzhou remained expressionless, but his mind was tense as he suppressed the purple thunder dragon.

The lightning grew increasingly violent, like a leash-bound wolfhound struggling to break free and tear at Li Changzhou's spine.

As time went on, controlling the thunderclouds became increasingly difficult, and the chains changed from iron chains to ropes.

Not only is control necessary, but prolonged visualization requires a lot of energy. To maintain this level of energy expenditure, one must at least achieve a breakthrough to the maximum level.

For Li Changzhou, this amount of exertion was insignificant; he only needed to focus on controlling it.

My body was starting to feel a slight numbness, and the visualization was truly beginning to affect reality.

When the chain in your hand transforms into a rope, and then from a rope into fabric, and the fabric is about to slip from your hand and tear—

Countless bolts of lightning crackled from his entire body, his blood and flesh, unleashing his potential in an instant, surging towards his spine.

boom!

In his mind, the thunder dragon roared, almost becoming a tangible pillar of light, which struck the spine that was already covered in lightning.

Yang Qinglan heard a deep rumble of thunder, raised her head, and looked at Li Changzhou.

Li Changzhou slowly opened his eyes, his eyes bright as lightning.

"Did you succeed?" Yang Qinglan asked.

"Success." Li Changzhou let out a soft breath, his eyes slowly darkening, as if dark clouds had withdrawn their power.

The first potential development of "Thunderclap Picture" has been completed.

If you were to dissect Li Changzhou at this moment and place his spine in the dark, you would find that the spine emits a faint light. If you put your ear close to it, you could hear a faint rumble of thunder, just like a conch shell hearing the sound of the ocean.

When visualization techniques are practiced to this level, even without visualizing the complete "Thunderclap Diagram" in battle, simply sensing the spine can unleash a small portion of its potential.

Each move can produce a slight, lightning-like paralysis, and its power is twice that of a normal punch.

How capable are you?

"14, an increase of 5 points."

Not only that, Li Changzhou also felt his body wanting to transform more and more deeply; all his strength, blood, and flesh wanted to become something new again.

This brings us one step closer to the third physical enhancement.

Li Changzhou was filled with power and wanted to vent his anger by throwing a punch, but this was the Marshal's Mansion, not his own private world. While causing a disturbance was not a big deal, he should try his best not to do so.

He is now eager to hunt down the master of the Vulcan Martial Arts School, or perhaps even fight the Spring Emperor.

"Hiss~"

"Ah—" Little Radish yawned, sat cross-legged on the head of the King Cobra, and came out of the house.

During this month, Li Changzhou gave her Pollen Lady again, instructing her to feed the king cobras various pollens to expand their venom reservoir.

"Brother!" Li Qianxia walked into the courtyard with a booklet in her hand.

"Come on, sign this!"

Li Changzhou put away his stance, took the thing she handed him, and saw that it was a donation book for Qingshui Girls' School.

"Again?" he laughed. "Didn't you just donate money to some woman yesterday, sharing weal and woe?"

“It’s the ‘Women’s Progressive Association Charter,’ that was yesterday. Today, of course, we have something to do. Donate a little more!” Li Qianxia explained as she spoke.

Li Changzhou looked through the documents and found that several concubines, and even servants such as Liu De and Wang Dehai, had been "forced to donate" fifty yuan each.

“Sister Chunhuang donated too!” Li Qianxia flipped the book forward, and the first name on the first page was Chunhuang’s donation of 1,000 yuan.

Li Changzhou took a pen, wrote his name, and donated 200.

"You only donated two hundred? Add a zero, add another zero!" Li Qianxia held Li Changzhou down and, as if teaching him to write, added another zero after 200.

"Is this a donation or robbery? Is there no law left?" Li Changzhou laughed.

He originally intended to donate 2000, but wrote 200 to tease Li Qianxia.

"I am your law!" Li Qianxia said, snatched back her notebook and pen, and ran up the corridor, bypassing the blooming lotus flowers. "Qinglan, hurry, it's your turn. Write more!"

For the past month, Li Qianxia has been dedicated to women's marches every day, accompanied by Lin Yin, Li Changzhou's fiancée.

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