Han Qiwu, who had intentionally let the broiler pigeon run free, leisurely picked up the broiler's package and examined it carefully.
Hmm, the quantity is correct, and the quality isn't bad either.
Looks like this little guy still has plenty of potential.
I'll have to squeeze a bit more out of him in the future!
"Not bad. Go back and sleep." Han Qiwu noticed the broiler had a bellyful of things it wanted to say but hurriedly grabbed it and tossed it into Wutong.
Not going to let you speak.
"Coo-coo!!"
The broiler felt a bit aggrieved after being thrown into Wutong.
Why wouldn't you let me talk!
"Cluck cluck."
"Thanks, thanks, thanks!"
"Cluck cluck."
Fortunately, the little hens in Wutong were thrilled to see the broiler's return, gathering around one after another…
After storing the river shrimp, Han Qiwu walked to the sales box. Out of the 72 rubies in his pocket, he decided to keep one for Mr. Tang and sell the rest.
After selling them, Han Qiwu stretched lazily.
