As the words fell, the Mi Dao in Su Mo's hand slowly transformed, and an old Mi Dao emerged. In addition, other tools also gradually became obsolete.

Su Mo was satisfied now.

I put the things away in the basket, bought some mung beans and put them on top to block them.

On the way back to the carport, I met a man buying candied haws on a stick. I bought three bunches of candied haws on a stick, wrapped them in oil paper and put them in a basket.

If nothing else, it should be available on shelves in a few days. ()

How many more words do you guys want to explode?

Eight thousand? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand?

Ps: Although I have less than 10,000 manuscripts saved, I have been suffering from insomnia recently.

It should take a few nights, a cell phone, and a miracle.

Ah~ Who can understand the pain of a stay-at-home mother~
Chapter completed!