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... he sound of the wooden sticks cutting through the air, there was the sound of wooden forks beating on the rapeseed, mixed with the crackling of rapeseed pods and rapeseed seeds bursting out.
Mu Tou and several other people vigorously beat the rapeseed.
This is not an easy job. If it were easy, people in later generations wouldn't use oxen and horses to do this work.
From noon until the sun was halfway down the west, the rapeseed in the drying field was thoroughly beaten. ...
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