Make a living?
Lu Shu looked at Zhang Weiyu and hesitated. What intentions did this middle-aged man have? Lu Shu had realized that this world was not full of experts like the Puppet Masters. To put it in a worse sounding way, before he had come to this world, there were very few people who were as poor as Zhang Weiyu.
But Lu Shu did not quite want to accept what Zhang Weiyu had said. After all, he was not familiar with this place. He might not even know even if he was sold off.
"What do you want me to do?" Lu Shu asked.
"Plant the crops!" Zhang Weiyu exclaimed with determination.
Lu Shu was speechless.
He had gone through a mighty celestial gate. Rationally, he should have embarked on an expedition and encounter various experts. How did he come to a farmland? This did not make sense?
If Lu Xiaoyu heard about this, she would die laughing!
