Good harvests bring

By this point, Wang Xishun wouldn't have the patience to deal with things at home. He would first go to the sorghum field and get what he needed, then talk about it later.,At this time of year, the sorghum growing in the fields is thriving, a vast expanse of lush green. It's very dense.,Meng Yao's face flushed red, to the point of suffocation. Later, her pupils gradually became dilated and lost their sparkle and vitality.。