"Robbers are cunning by nature, but we're not that stupid. We won't fall for their tricks, unlike some fools who go and never come back..."
But before he could finish speaking, those "idiots" from not far away walked over with glee.
Most importantly, each of them was carrying a large, heavy bag.
Everyone else immediately looked at Zhou Fugui.
Zhou Fugui: "???"
My face hurts terribly!
“Zhou Cang is... he’s playing hard to get!” He stammered, his face flushed. “You’ll see, next time you go, you might not come back.”
But the people, seeing the real goods in his hands, paid no attention to what he was saying; their hearts were already elsewhere. As soon as he got closer, they eagerly crowded around him.
"Zhang Erlang, hehe, is it true that they're really distributing grain? Can, hey, can we take a look?"
Maybe it's just something else, or moldy, unwanted food?
Zhang Erlang held his head high, but his words were full of sarcasm: "Hey, look at what you're saying. It's just some sand, there's no grain at all. You're lucky you weren't treated like sheep. You were right not to go."
Even though he said that, he stopped and deliberately opened the sack wide, as if afraid that people wouldn't be able to see clearly.
"Right, it's just some sand. Now that we're following the boss, all we can eat is sand. We can't compare to you guys, we can't compare at all."
The others grinned, revealing bright white teeth, and opened their pockets, echoing, "Yeah, yeah, I love eating sand now, especially the sand the boss gives us."
The person with no sand in their hand: "..."
They wanted sand like that too.
One bag is never too many, and two bags are never too few.
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