The cultivators who were scared out of their wits (1)

As night fell, the Qian family closed their doors.

The blacksmith shop had not sold a single item after a day of business, so it closed early.

Tang Zhen wasn't in a hurry. What he sold were the best and most high-end products.

Three years without business, three years of income after opening.

When he returned to the backyard, he saw that the food was already on the table, and a pot of old wine was placed beside it.

"Not bad, it seems that bringing a servant back was a wise decision."

Hearing Tang Zhen's sigh, Liu Qing was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

So you burned down my lair and tortured me just to find a servant?

If you had told me earlier, I would have definitely found a large group of servants for you, and I guarantee that you wouldn't have found any faults.