"Stay here, manage a village, and farm with peace of mind..."

The old militiaman Chihuaco opened his cloudy old eyes and looked at the scene in front of him. Under the bright firelight, there is a confident son, and farther behind, there are farmland and villages at night. The scene at this moment was like in a dream when he was dozing off, warm and somewhat unreal.

"Stay here..."

The old militiaman pursed his lips and fell into a dream, which made his heart flutter for a while.

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