C141 Wood Transport

Although the bed in the Old Master's house was rather hard, Zhao Gang felt that it was better than Xi Mengsi. He had had enough of suffering for the entire night, his body was warm after the cold, and then his entire body was itchy.

"If you get up, don't you see that everyone else has already gotten up to go to work? Today, our company is going to put all the farmland on the fence