Jun Shutong nodded seriously: "Granddaughter understands."
"By the way, Grandmother, since you're here, why not stay here for a while? I'm cultivating land near the base. It's spring plowing season now, and I plan to expand my planting area, using the four thousand people you brought with you."
"Grandma, if you're bored, why don't you help me as an overseer?"
The old lady pinched her granddaughter's face and said slowly, "You little brat, you have so many talented people under your command, why do you need an old woman like me?"
"You want to be the good guy and let me, an old woman, be the bad guy, right?"
"No, you're wronging me. I'm just worried you'd be bored, so I wanted to find something for you to do to pass the time."
Jun Shutong shook her grandmother's arm and acted coquettishly. This peacekeeping scene stunned the workers in the camp.
Is this still the same Miss Jun who kills without blinking an eye? They all saw the last time the Indians and Persians came to rob. Although the young lady didn't do it herself, the scene of her ordering the killing and her cold and ruthless tone are still vivid in their minds.
The little girl who is now hugging her grandmother and acting coquettishly is completely different from the young lady before. It can only be said that Miss Jun in front of the old lady is what a ten-year-old child should look like.
But who is Jun Shutong? She is already very adept at switching between several faces. You know, deep down in her heart lives a 22nd century soul.
At the No. 1 Iron Mine Camp, people from Nanchu, Persia and the Holy See were extremely anxious.
"It's been seven days, and the excavation equipment still hasn't arrived. Are you sure you've sent all the carrier pigeons?"
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