As two layers of moisture-resistant plastic film were laid on the ground, bags of flour were moved down from the trucks.
The driver and transport workers were very curious about why so much flour was being transported to this mountain.
But after all, flour is not a prohibited item, and adhering to the principle that the customer is always right, they did not dare to ask too many questions and just did their jobs honestly.
In a short while.
A whole one hundred tons of flour was piled up on this piece of empty land, forming a small hill-like size.
Yang Ying decisively settled the balance.
Rumble~
Accompanied by a roar, the trucks left the top of the mountain one by one, leaving only a black business car, Yang Ying, and Xuanqing holding a duster.
Looking at the Daoist priest standing beside her.
Yang Ying's heart was actually a little nervous and scared, ever since the Daoist priest gave her the two jade brands, she had never encountered such a situation.
