Taking the warehouse

"Can I exchange it for money" Fang Xing sat in the cramped rental house, eagerly awaiting a response from the other end of the phone.,As a man dismissed by the emperor, Fang Hongjian was only thirty-five years old when he died of despair. For his funeral, his only son, Fang Xing, truly filial, even sold their main house to make it a respectable affair.,This small village had over three hundred mu of land and employed more than forty households. The land was fertile, but the people were not very stable in their hearts.。