Taking the warehouse

This small village had over three hundred mu of land and employed more than forty households. The land was fertile, but the people were not very stable in their hearts.,In a bedroom of the main building, Fang Xing woke up. He struggled to move his stiff limbs and looked at the ancient and fragrant room with fear.,"I'm actually the grandpa!" Fang Xing excitedly raised his thin right hand, wanting to take a bite and see if he was dreaming.。