Zhao Dacheng, who felt insulted, rolled up his sleeves and stood up, "This is what you said by yourself, don't regret it!"

Zhou Huaishan nodded, "Well, what are you going to compare?"

Zhao Dacheng said, "It's just like weaving cricket cages. You are a farmer, and you shouldn't be able to weave cages. Don't say I bully you! In one stick of incense, whoever carries more will win!"

Zhou Huaishan smiled and said, "Okay, I'll follow you."

Zhou Qing...

How do you feel doting about this tone?

However, where can I find small bamboo strips for weaving cages?

Zhou Qing's thoughts flashed and saw a man dressed in a servant, holding a bundle of bamboo strips and jumping onto the ring.

How many points are divided on Zhou Huaishan’s table, and how many points are divided on Zhao Dacheng’s table.

Zhou Qing...

Shen Li whispered in Zhou Qing's ear: "This is Zhao Dacheng's servant. Zhao Dacheng has a good cage. The one who is most proud of is the cricket cage. Can the master?"

Zhou Qing glanced at Zhao Dacheng and looked at Zhou Huaishan.

Looking at Zhou Huaishan's appearance as if a bird returned to the mountain, he became more at ease.

“It should be no problem.”

Two students compete for reference quotas, but sat on the ring to compete to build cricket cages?

The shopkeeper just wanted to vomit blood.

The onlookers below were waiting enthusiastically.

The time for a stick of incense is coming in a blink of an eye.

Before the shopkeeper beat the gong, the onlookers all burst into "Time is up!"

The voice fell and Zhou Huaishan stopped. On the other side, Zhao Dacheng looked at Zhou Huaishan with a proud look on his face, "Wait and admit defeat, you!"

Zhou Huaishan farted silently.
Chapter completed!