The brick factory is responsible for delivery, just add 100 cents. Then the bricks are delivered and the bills are settled together.

She made an appointment with the factory's brick delivery master and the bricklayer master. After going to Zhupo Village early tomorrow morning, she went to the county gate and returned to the village in the old man Niu's donkey cart.

When Yang Mu returned to the village, it was still bright.

Old Mrs. Bao was still sitting under the big locust tree and overlooking the sentient beings.

Yang Mu found that Mrs. Bao's waist was very straight today, so she couldn't help but turn her steps and walk over.

"Auntie Bao, why don't you go back to cook?"

Old Mrs. Bao sat in a daze, not even moving her head, just looking at her with a strange look.

Yang Mu felt strange, and when he got closer, he almost laughed out loud.

Old Mrs. Bao usually meticulously inserted a branch into her bun, and Old Mrs. Bao was fixed to the tree by the branches!

No wonder it's motionless!

Yang Mu held back his laughter and gently rescued Old Mrs. Bao's hair from the branches.

Old Mrs. Bao stood up without changing her face and glanced at Yang Mu's small backpack with her eyes squinted.

Yang Mu handed her a bag of pastries in a funny way. She bought it from several pastry shops today.

First, it is to find out the price of pastries, and second, it is to try out how the pastries tasted in ancient times.

Know yourself and your enemy and win every battle.

Old Mrs. Bao was messy with her hair, took the pastry, straightened her back and went back to her yard.

Yang Mu looked at her back and her messy bun, thinking that the old lady was really interesting, and she didn't know how long it had been fixed on the branches, so she didn't call someone to help her.

If she didn't notice it today, would it be that the old lady hangs on the tree overnight?
Chapter completed!