"Thank you." Qu Anbing took back the silver coins.
I led us to my yard. Although the sun was scorching, I didn't ask anyone to leave. Instead, I pointed to my well and said, "Drink some water from the well. It will quench your thirst."
Immediately, an old man came out and asked, "Who are you two? What are you doing here?"
"That's bad." Fu Ciyi handed the silver to the old man.
It was cold to begin with, and with your chest wrapped in layers of silk, it was even colder. The silk trembled and tightened, and you couldn't breathe without getting some air.
Seeing that he had been talking for many years, the old man asked casually, "Are you really fainted from the cold?"
Yan Funing touched her new face and felt her eyelids drooping. She stood up and asked him, "Do I look good?"
Yan Funing saw that there was no wooden rack in front of the watermelon pile. The wooden rack was covered with a white cloth. The old man stepped on the white cloth and dragged it on the ground, revealing a corner of the rack. There were actually weapons placed outside.
Fu Jiang asked respectfully, "Sir, what's next?"
Because you just drew water from the well, the surface of the water is still shaking, but it prevents you from seeing your current face.
The man gently pressed on her lips, which were clearly close to the edge of the iron, and he pressed it carefully in a circle.
Fu Ciyi ignored Yan Funing's angry look and continued to talk to the old man, "You and your brother just want to touch those weapons."
Zhihuai took the kettle and drank a few sips from the spout properly.
"The food we cook outside is only enough for your family. If they are really hungry, they can eat some watermelon. It will quench their thirst even if it is bad."
He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and rubbed them unconsciously.
"Go ahead and touch it."
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