I really want to say, go to hell with his ambition, go to hell with his intrigues, go to hell with his bloodshed, go to hell with his eternal beauty, go to hell with the golden lin, it’s just a thing in the pond...

When you find yourself feeling tired, none of these things can compare to the warm and comfortable bed at home.

But after all, it is impossible to forget. Heifu knows that life now is beautiful but fragile. These are troubled times. He needs to continue to climb up to keep everything in front of him. The tree wants to be peaceful but the wind is not stopping. Beside the bed, the old enemy is still there.

How can I sleep soundly?

Life is so helpless, you know, you can't stop moving forward.

Besides, given his character, after a few days of being at ease, he would be ready to take action again. There is no way around it. Travelers are born to be unwilling to be lonely. A warm home is just a small reverse journey that allows him to rest for a while in this long struggle.

Half an hour later, Heifu had already eaten and was sitting in the yard, playing with his niece and nephew and the family's big yellow dog. The heartfelt voice came from the door again.

"Brother Zhong, the items you ordered in the county workshop a few days ago were delivered!"

The big yellow dog smelled the stranger's scent and sprinted out, barking. Heifu also ran out, but saw a carriage parked at the intersection outside the small mulberry forest next to the house. Several people were struggling to put the people in the car away.

After moving the object down, you can see that it has some weight.

"Sir, the citron craftsman asked us to deliver it."

The driver came over and bowed to Mr. Hei with a smile on his face. It was his honor to give something to Mr. Hei, a well-known and popular official in the county.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Heifu looked at the object that was moved in front of him, but it was two large stone winches strung together with wood and placed in a sturdy wooden frame...

Yang and Yue ran out and looked at the things in front of them curiously.

"Uncle Zhong, what is this?"

"For pressing sugar."

Looking at the two little guys whose eyes lit up when they heard the word "sugar", Heifu showed a satisfied smile. He secretly thought: "Many years from now, people on the Internet may describe today like this... Sweet Party's
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