Han Feng: I do.

Xu Damao: Good brother, can you give me a few?

Han Feng: I am a very realistic person and I need to exchange things.

Xu Damao: I am so poor now and have nothing!

Han Feng: Your shelter must have dropped a lot of stones, right? Collect all the stones and give them to me, and you'll get a straw curtain.

Chen Qiang: Han Feng, you've even started buying stones? Your scrap collection business is becoming increasingly widespread.

Su Lin: Han Feng, what do you want the stone for?

Han Feng: Build a house.

Aizawa Minami: You can also build a house? Is it so comprehensive?

Han Feng laughed and said: I know a lot, buddy.

He will build Mao's house.

All thanks to the stone puppet.

This guy just spits a few times, sticks the stones together, and makes them into the shape of a house.

Yang Mi: Building a house requires cement, right? Without cement, even if you build a stone house, it won't be strong.

Han Feng: I have a solution.

Yang Mi: What method?

Han Feng: It’s not you who is building the house, why are you asking so many questions?

Yang Mi: Humph!

Li Pangpang: Han Feng, are you really buying stones?

Han Feng: Yeah.

Fatty Li: I have ten washbasin-sized stones here that I can sell to you. But I don't want straw mats, I want food.

Han Feng: I'll give you half a crab.

Li Pangpang: Can’t you give me just one?

Han Feng: You only give me ten stones? Can't you give me more?

Fatty Li: Okay, deal.

Han Feng: If anyone wants to sell stones, you can contact me privately.

After saying that, he closed the chat group.

Just then, the private message icon lit up.

When Han Feng saw that the person sending the private message was Di Lieba, he quickly clicked it.

Dilraba Dilmurat: Han Feng, you are in big trouble!