"Hey, Old Ding, where are you off to?"
Zhang Su watched the crowd head down the mountain and saw Ding Yong Country and Zheng Ziwen merging into it, quickly calling out to stop them.
"Of course, I'm going to pick a house, Boss Zhang, what a question, haha."
Ding Yong Country had a look of 'isn't it obvious' on his face.
Ma Changshou, who was guiding people out, raised his eyebrows upon hearing Ding Yong Country refer to Zhang Su, giving him a few more glances.
"What are you picking, come over, come over!"
Zhang Su waved Ding Yong Country over, squeezed his shoulder, and said, "Old Ding, what do you mean, are you trying to avoid work knowing I want you to continue blacksmithing?"
"I didn't say that, what are you talking about?" Ding Yong Country waved his hands repeatedly.
