The middle-aged stall owner smiled humbly and replied, "It's thirty to forty years old. My father used to manage the stall. Now it's my turn."
"Ah, it's a family business!" Jiang Ming gave him a thumbs up, put down the copper coins after eating his food, and left.
Next to the stall was an old house that occupied a large area. It was a martial arts school.
It was the Tiger Hunting Village headquarters in the past. Jiang Ming still remembered how mischievous the current owner of the tofu stall was all those years ago.
"Things remain the same, but people have changed." Jiang Ming took one last glance at the busy stall and turned to leave.
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Jiang Ming went to Peace Country and did not disguise himself as a stranger anymore. Instead, he changed his original appearance to look a little older and slowly walked into the county.
In the bar, a man with a goatee was behind the counter, keeping the books. Suddenly, his eyes darkened.