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... he rising sun's reflection.
Aunt Zhao, worthy of being a native farmer, understood the personality of farm women very well. So, under her calls and guidance, those originally drooping and listless women were now full of spirit.
The rice ears kept thrashing against the wall. Seeing the uniform actions of the women behind, Wenquan Xin, who grew up in the city, couldn't help but curiously asked, "What are they doing?"
"Winnowing rice," Old Zhao replied without turning his he ...
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