Good harvests bring

At this time of year, the sorghum growing in the fields is thriving, a vast expanse of lush green. It's very dense.,Wang Xishun was covered in mud, his face smeared with it, and some even stuck to his forehead. Seeing Meng Yue trying to get up and run away, he immediately grabbed her ankle and dragged her back.,He waited for a while and seeing nothing amiss, his patience gone, he started to fidget nervously with his hair.。