The Astarte of the B

The farmer, leaning on his hoe, let out a couple of snorts and spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground, tilting his head.,The cheap blue cotton overalls were dark and shiny, even the cotton stuffing around the waist was bursting out. The cowhide boots, without a thick sole, were also cheap goods. Though they rubbed against his feet, at least he could walk freely on the ground.,Sarcasm turned to panic, the farmer cried out, as if he had seen some terrible contagious disease, some horrifying filth, and retreated again and again.。