Just as Fu·Jiu Nong·Landlord·Ze was admiring his newly opened land in the chaotic void, enjoying becoming a big boss spanning the two fields of "agriculture" and "real estate".
In Uncle Jiu’s world.
On a suburban road somewhere in Guangdong Province, two figures were walking slowly.
One of them was in his sixties, wearing a gray Taoist robe, with a dignified appearance and a beard, looking quite like an immortal.
The other person was in his early twenties, wearing coarse cloth clothes and carrying a cloth bag on his back.
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