The fruits on the candied haws were called Red in July.
They grew deep in the mountains and could also be artificially planted. They would only turn red after they matured in July every year. They were a delicacy that ordinary people liked. This kind of food was not very elegant, but it definitely was not trash as the fatty said.
The middle-aged fatty was also a cultivator. His strength was very low as he was only a Rudimentary Spiritualist. In this small city where most people were common folks, he could also be considered a small expert.
If he were to make a move, the old man would not be able to withstand it.
Originally, Ou Yangming did not plan to make a fuss. After all, they were not people from the same world. Nonetheless, the man's arrogant attitude made him very unhappy.
"Little brother, forget it. We can't afford to provoke them."
