The evening glow sprinkled across the countryside of Jiangzhou, revealing a mist of smoke.
In Fangjiazhuang, the villagers who had had dinner began to patrol the streets.
This is what the rich man Fang requested. If someone finds the traces of the Red Scarf Army and reports it in advance, he will be rewarded with a bucket of rice.
“Gouzi, hurry up!”
The young man named Erniu squatted on the wall, urging his friends.
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