Facing the unreasonable noise of Qian Zhong, the villagers really have no way. After all, they buried the money clock, and they couldn't eat and walk around.

"Qian Zhong, what do you really want?" Zhao Tiezhu's eyes twitched slightly. It was really dynamic.

"How about it? I just won't let you ship the goods. What can you do with me? Qian Zhong tore his face thoroughly. In order to keep Zhao Tiezhu from showing off and ensure the advantages of next year's elections, he went out.

It's going to rain tomorrow. Zhao Tiezhu has no time to spend here and the money clock.

Seeing Zhao Tie's cylindrical surface with astonishment,...