The old man Qin took his granddaughter's hand and sat there.

He looked at Zhou Xiaochuan, and then asked about Zhou Xiaochuan's situation?

Zhou Xiaochuan said something casually when he saw it.

Qin Yaozu listened to the two of them and didn't interrupt, just nodded from time to time.

I heard that there is less than 300 catties of grain a year there.

It was also a sigh.

After all, that's what he's doing.

The quantitative year in the city is close to

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