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.,After a few footsteps, a middle-aged man rushed in. When he saw Fang Xing sitting by the bed, tears streamed down his face.,"I'm actually the grandpa!" Fang Xing excitedly raised his thin right hand, wanting to take a bite and see if he was dreaming.。