Song Moting hurriedly nodded.
"Alright, boss, as long as you provide meals, we'll do whatever you want. We haven't had a proper meal for days, we've been eating rabbit meat for so long, now just seeing meat makes us want to vomit."
He was just a simple country guy.
The leader waved his hand.
"Okay, okay, look at your smell, don't come so close to me. Old Wang, come here! I'm giving you three men, let them stick with you. Watch them closely, give them enough food, but they have to work."
Silently, an old man emerged from the corner.
Dressed in rags from head to toe.
If you didn't know, you'd think it was a pile of clothes, barely revealing there's a person inside.
"Let's go, you three follow me."
The old man called quietly and turned to leave.
Song Moting pulled Zhang Baocheng and Jiang Xiaoxiao and hurriedly followed behind the old man, entering a small room in the back.
Once inside the room, they found against the wall was a big kang bed, next to it was a stove.
