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That Crooked Tree Is Actually Not Simple

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Zong Shen kept the kite-shaped shield, hunting crossbow, and arrows into his inventory.

He stood outside the yard with an iron axe in one hand and a pickaxe in the other.

The Wolf Cavalry Corby was nowhere to be seen.

Only the three foolish farmers were still gathering resources within a few hundred meters of the small courtyard.

After a round of reprimand, the three farmers became more proactive in their work.

Iron Pole was cutting down a withered tree that was as thick as a thigh.

As for Second Dog and Eggface, one was picking weeds in the bushes while the other was using a pickaxe to collect rocks.

Occasionally, a piece of black iron ore would be dug out.

Zong Shen nodded in satisfaction.

Lifting his wrist, he glanced at his watch.

It was noon when he woke up.

It was around 1: 40 p.m.

The season here seemed to be spring.

The sun was warm.