C33 Selling Old Houses

It was still the first month, and by the end of the day the streets were already deserted.

Mao Dou was slapped in the face by the evil slave. His face was swollen to the height of a steamed bun, and in the evening, even if there were guests around, they wouldn't be able to receive him.

Mother drew the abacus beads on the counter and did not spend much time to settle the accounts for the day