Yang Ge smiled gently and said, "I want a home...",Yang Ge also gently shook his head, but did not say much more. He directly pushed out a unicycle from the corner of the front hall, bowed to Liu Zhuangguan, and went straight out.,After securing the food, he went into the kitchen as if he knew it by heart and pulled out an old, rusty hand sickle. Ignoring the old man's repeated pleas of "Don't worry about it" and "Take a break first," he left in strides, pushing his tricycle.。