Chapter Ninety-Eight: Death

In this era, it's more than five cents to buy some food.

"It seems that this Grandpa Wei is not selling tea, but loneliness."

Three black lines fell on Qiao An'an's forehead, why was the atmosphere ruined as soon as Fu Chuanyin spoke?

Hu Xiaodou took a sip of the tea in the bowl, lowered his head and seemed to be thinking about something.

Qiao An'an went over to help Grandpa Wei together.

"Female doll, you just go sit and drink tea, it's just a few bowls."

Qiao Anan nodded, he can sell a bowl of tea here for five cents for more than 20 years, this Grandpa Wei is also a person with a story.

"Hey, I suddenly miss the days when I sat down with the soldiers and drank tea."

Fu Chuanyin said in a low voice

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