Several people jumped out of the warehouse and went straight to other rooms. As usual, the man covered with white cloth led the way.

He was walking in front, he was familiar with the roads, and there was no obstacle at all.

In the warehouse, the guy who stayed behind was still diligently loading rice into the rice bag next to him, shoveling shovel after shovel into the bag. While shoveling, he imagined in his mind that his mother would wake up in the morning and see the fragrant white rice on the table.

Rice will definitely be happy, and I will praise him for his filial piety and ability.

Thinking this way, the young man became more energetic in his work and felt that he had endless energy.

Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at the twine bag next to him.

The twine bag was placed safely at his feet, but as he tilted his head and looked at it, he always felt that something was wrong.

Then shoveling, the only sound in the warehouse was the rustling sound of the shovel rubbing against the grains of rice.

After a while, he threw away the shovel, picked up the bag of twine, weighed it, and put it back.

He scratched his head and said to himself: "What's going on? This bag isn't very deep. Why can't it be full for a long time?"

Then he looked at the twine bag up and down, left and right, and found no holes. What was going on?

Then he shoveled, and several more shovels passed by. He looked again, and it was strange that the bag was still the same, only four or five shovels short of being full.

What's going on?

I shoveled so many shovels before, let alone filling up the rest, even if I get an empty bag again, I can still fill it up again.

Is it evil?

This kid was also a dazed young man. He turned around and looked around, picked up the shovel in his hand and looked for it in every corner.

After searching around, there was nothing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, probably because he scared himself, and then continued to shovel into the bag.

After shoveling, he immediately turned his head to take a look, and after shoveling, he took another quick look.

Well, this time the same situation didn't happen again, the bag was filling up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He pulled out a rope from his body to tie the mouth of the bag tightly, and prepared to find another twine bag to fill with rice. Good things come in pairs!

"Here, give you the bag!"

Someone handed a twine bag from the side.

He subconsciously took it and said to the person who handed the bag: "Thank you, brother."

"You're welcome!" The man responded politely.

He shook the bag open and was about to shovel it again when he suddenly froze.

Then, he jumped up suddenly, waved the shovel in his hand and swept behind him, "Who?"

"I!"

Behind him, a man stood at some point. The man was tall and his facial features were shrouded in shadow, but his eyes were strangely cold and stern.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" the boy holding the shovel here asked in a trembling voice.

The man hidden in the shadows chuckled, and instead of responding, he flicked his palm towards the place.

The shovel fell to the ground, and the boy who held the shovel's vision went dark and his body fell limply. Before losing consciousness, he vaguely heard pig-like screams coming from the yard outside, which seemed to be his accomplices...

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It's dawn, the sun has come out.

When a group of people were having breakfast at the big table in the private room of the restaurant last night, they discovered that two people were missing.

"Qing'er, why didn't Tang Yazi and Xiao An come over for dinner?" Old Suntou looked around and asked Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing was instructing the guys to set up the dishes and serve morning tea. When she heard Lao Suntou's question, she took the time to turn around and said, "The two of them went to do some errands. They'll be back in a moment."

"What are you going to do early in the morning?" asked Da Sun.

Yang Ruoqing smiled mysteriously and kept it secret for now.

Da Sun did not continue to ask, because the table was already covered with a dazzling array of morning tea, and the various aromas were entangled together. Da Sun immediately had no intention to ask anything else, and all her thoughts were placed on the sumptuous morning tea in front of her.

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"Ah, you have such a sumptuous meal in the morning? Isn't this too luxurious?"

Mrs. Sun picked up the chopsticks and didn't know what to eat first. Everything looked so tempting.

"Qing'er, what is this? Why do these dumplings look different from the dumplings we usually eat? They are white and tender, and you can still see the fillings inside, and the wrapping is beautiful, like willow leaves, but they are thicker than willow leaves.

Full and round!”

"Uncle and grandma, those are shrimp dumplings, crystal shrimp dumplings."

Without waiting for Yang Ruoqing to answer, Feng'er took the initiative to help.

"Ah, Feng'er knows so much, Dashunzi, do you know that?" Dasun went to ask her grandson again.

She found her grandson engrossed in eating, and when she asked him, he looked confused.

Mrs. Sun simply sighed and said, "The children in the capital are just different from the children in the small counties. Their knowledge is different."

Xiaohua said: "Auntie, you can't say that. Feng'er happened to recognize it only after eating it last time. It was a blind cat that caught a dead mouse."

Da Sun said: "That's also a skill. Look at my Da Shunzi. He probably hasn't eaten it before, so he can't tell what it is."

"Huang Mao, Dajie, I really want to tell you, what do you do with the money you earn? If you don't give the children good food, they will lose their knowledge." Dajie and Huang Mao both blushed.

Dajie coughed and said, "Mom, it's not as serious as you said."

Huang Mao was also a little embarrassed and explained: "Mom, it's not that I don't want to give him food, there are other reasons."

Mrs. Sun said: "I don't care what the reason is. Anyway, I see that both of our grandsons are thin. It must be because they don't eat or drink well."

Dajie shook his head and said, "Children can't be too fat. You see, people like me are so annoying and have difficulty moving."

There were no outsiders here anyway, so Dajie patted his big belly until it was so plump that it swayed.

Mrs. Sun said: "It's better to be fatter. If you are too thin, you will be blown away by a gust of wind. Anyway, I don't worry about you taking care of the children. You can leave the children at home after the Chinese New Year next year and I will feed them!"

"Auntie, if you feed the child, you will probably feed the child into two little piglets." Yang Ruoqing came over, pressed the eldest Sun's shoulder, and joked.

"I'm angry." Da Sun was still saying.

Yang Ruoqing said: "What are you so angry about? Dajie and Huang Mao have good conditions, but they still deprive the children of food and drink?"

"Besides, there are lots of water and rivers in Huguang County, and the fish and shrimp are the most abundant. If you want to eat shrimp dumplings, it's just a matter of licking your little finger, right Huang Mao?"

Huang Mao nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I didn't feed them shrimp because the two brothers are a little allergic to shrimp. If they eat too much, they will easily grow red spots. The doctor's family should try to eat as little as possible."

Yang Ruoqing clapped her hands, and then said to Mrs. Sun: "Auntie, did you hear that? People with allergies really can't eat casually."

Mrs. Sun's face was full of astonishment. She looked at her two grandsons and then went to see Dajie and Huang Mao.
Chapter completed!