The road is not easy to walk, and Tang Fei still carries hundreds of catties of industrial oil.

Tang Fei was not in a hurry, and moved forward slowly, taking a look at the scenery along the way and thinking about his future development plans.

I'm walking.

A crooked carriage stopped on the way it had to go.

Half of the wagon was planted in the field next to it, and the horses fell into the mud puddle, apparently overturned.

Two home ding molds......

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