C317 Kowloon disappeared

This year, Jiang Baian did not have a good year, so no matter what, he could not fall asleep.

During the day, he busied himself with helping Xiao Li purchase New Year's gifts. At night, he would light the lamps and fight at night to create the blueprints.

In the past twenty days, he had run countless times into the fields and personally measured fifty acres of wasteland