"Yes." Xue Yan still had no objections. If he wanted to find someone, he had to go back and think about it carefully.
At this point, they arrived at the place where they first met Zhang Dazhu and his son.
Both of them stopped in their tracks.
Then, Jiang Yue stood in her tracks. She took out enough food from the storage room in her space to feed the villagers of Stone Village for half a year, such as rice and wheat.
They were all farmers and had the tools to shell rice and turn wheat into flour.