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Qin Zhaolan recalled, "About a year or two!"

"So long!" Liu Dayong's eyes suddenly dimmed again, "Mrs. Qin has been practicing for a year or two, so don't we need even longer?"

"Not necessarily." Qin Zhaolan shook his head, "I was playful when I was a child, and I always wanted to be lazy when practicing martial arts. If we practice hard, it may not take so long."

"Okay, let's work during the day and take turns practicing after work."

Old Man Zhang shook his head, "The time to finish work is too short. After dark, we can't see the target clearly. This method won't work."

"Then what can you do?" Liu Dayong asked.

Old man Zhang thought for a while and looked at Qin Zhaolan.

"Perhaps we can take turns to practice. Let one or two people practice tomorrow. The person practicing will not work, and the others will mine as usual. The people practicing will share the work points equally as usual."

"This is a good idea. In this way, everyone can practice marksmanship without losing time in earning work points, and it's fair to take turns."

Qin Zhaolan nodded and turned to look at everyone.

"If everyone has no objections, let's implement this method, okay?"

"I think it's feasible!"

"I have no objection either."

Everyone smiled and nodded, agreeing with this approach.

Su Anan stood on this side holding milk, blinking with big eyes.

Why does this method that Grandpa Zhang mentioned feel a little familiar?

Su Anan tilted her head and thought for a while, her round eyes suddenly lit up.

By the way, isn’t this just paid rotation?

The imperial city is not as prosperous as it used to be.

When the military attaché led a group of government officials back, they were searched at the city gate.

A group of people walked into the city gate and looked at the deserted town, feeling a little strange.

"Is this really the imperial city? Sir, am I not dreaming?"

After hearing what the officer said, the military attaché pursed his lips and remained silent.

When they left, the place was still very lively and lively.

But now, the doors and windows of every house are closed, and only a few shops are still open.

Occasionally there are pedestrians passing by on the street, all walking in a hurry.

"Why does the Imperial City look more desolate than the Northland?" Ding Xia expressed what everyone was thinking.

The military attache was silent for a moment, then turned to look at everyone.

"Let's go together here! You each go find your family. If you can leave, leave here as soon as possible."

"Take care, sir."

"Sir, see you later."

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