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.,In a bedroom of the main building, Fang Xing woke up. He struggled to move his stiff limbs and looked at the ancient and fragrant room with fear.,After a few footsteps, a middle-aged man rushed in. When he saw Fang Xing sitting by the bed, tears streamed down his face.。