Very soon, very soon indeed!
The rice shop was left with just a single tattered straw mat.
The tables, chairs, benches, wooden barrels, rice jars, grain chest, all the items from the shed had vanished without a trace.
The only remaining straw mat was left untouched because it was too torn and shabby for anyone to take.
What was left, even the wooden stakes supporting the shed were carried away by the refugees. After all, something free should not be wasted, they could be chopped for firewood to make porridge.
The shop clerk, pinned under Qin Yao's foot, let out a whimper of despair, only then remembering to question why Qin Yao and her group had smashed up their rice shop.
"Madam, we have no past grievances or recent enmities with you, why did you smash up my rice shop?!"
Missing some teeth, as he spoke, he spat out a lot of bloody foam, which was quite nauseating to see.
