C218 A Heavy Downpour Brings Bad Luck

Like this, the noisy days in the mansion's backyard also turned into summer.

The small dam that Zhao Jin had painstakingly built had already been formed.

But it could only encircle the ten kilometers in which the Min River roamed.

Other than this, the rest of the place was the same old dam that was as thin as a page.

After spending the last ten thousand taels of silver