The city was full of traps, so Zhu Changlin decided to go home and farm. The handsome man driving a three-wheeled motorcycle called himself Xin Zimo and said he would take him home.
Zhu Changlin: "What are you doing out there before dawn?"
Xin Zimo: "Grow vegetables, feed chickens, and raise pigs by the way."
Zhu Changlin: "Do I want you to raise me?"
Xin Zimo: "Are you a pig?"
Zhu Changlin: "You, you! Why are you planting so many big rocks?"
Xin Zimo: "If you cut a tree, will the pig wake up?"
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Several years later, Dahuai Village was in an unprecedented state of prosperity.
. . . . . . Main attack? The Lord accepts? Who the hell can tell the difference?