243. Firewood Stick_1

What else is there to say?

Call her stingy! With such little stuff, she wants them to come and take pictures? Wishful thinking!

Everyone at the pond was grumbling, but Zhang Yanping's phone kept pinging with notifications—she had already received no less than three private messages.

[I'm from our city's photography association. I'll bring my camera over tomorrow.]

[I won the runner-up in the Autumn Themed Photography Competition of 20xx...]

[My camera is xx…]

Zhang Yanping was sorting through the photos everyone sent, while adeptly getting the group-buying mini-program ready to go live—

[The out-of-town customer group-buying mini-program is here! Convenient and quick, choose at will]

The images were all taken with her phone, done rather perfunctorily, but luckily it was her own vegetable-buying group, so no one was fussy about it.