Wouldn't it be a crossover......"

"That's right."

A mechanical-like voice sounded in her head, startling Cheng Qingwan.

A few days ago, Cheng Hua'er was seriously ill, and Song Da colluded with the widows in the village, left a letter of resignation, and moved all the family's belongings.

Cheng Hua'er was so angry that she was seriously ill in bed, and Cheng Qingwan suffered from a cold and died of high fever.

Cheng Qingwan lay on the bed with her eyes closed, and the item pages of the system appeared in her mind, and she browsed through them page by page.

Suddenly, the smell of millet porridge wafted in, and she immediately opened her eyes and looked towards the door.

Cheng Hua'er held two bowls of millet porridge and looked at her with a smile: "......

"I Made a Fortune in Ancient Times with a Seed Bank" Chapter 117: I am hitting in my hand, please wait a moment,

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