There are not enough materials in the mountains, and you have to drive dozens of miles to the county seat to buy things, so there are still some traditional small traders here, such as merchants, sharpening scissors and kitchen knives, etc., but there are very few candy sellers. At the corner of the mountain, a 28-bar car was turned, and the rider was a dry and thin old man, wearing a white-washed counterfeit camouflage coat and a broken straw hat on his head, shouting while pedaling: "Candy seller." Bikes...

"The Little Fairy in the Mountain Village" Chapter 27: Faster than Anyone is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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