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... workers shouted as they carried bags of wheat grain into the warehouse door.
Footsteps, rope sliding sounds, and the dull thuds of cloth bags hitting the wooden frames echoed through the valley, interspersed with laughter and shouts.
On the drying ground in front of the warehouse, piles of golden wheat looked like small mountains, reflecting warm light under the sun.
The valley was dyed in gold, the valley bottom resembling a huge bowl being gradually filled, as the autu ...
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