The four transmigrators all bowed in unison, lined up neatly.
Fang Hao had met two of them before in Silver Wing City.
Fang Hao glared at Li Rong, who seized the opportunity to throw him a flirtatious glance.
Her expression seemed to say, 'You know how things are.'
Fang Hao didn't bother to comment.
If you deny it right away,
She even dares to say you don't recognize people after you've pulled up your pants.
The more you argue with her, the more she thrives.
Doing real business, he asked: "Li Rong, why are there only four people?"
Li Rong exhales a smoke ring, "I only have five under my hands, and one needs to be left to take care of the home. You don't trust the locals, what can I do."
"Can you manage?"
"The craft method is not difficult, just repeat demonstrations a few times. They will stay in these two villages for the next few days, teaching them how to work while making tools," Li Rong answered.
Fang Hao nodded, agreeing to that.