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... the paddy, the bare sturdy arms were shining under the scorching sun.
Standing not far away was a few idle women chatting away with baskets hanging on their arms, about to send food to their own men.
There were another four to five farmers gathered for meal and spoke loudly.
“Lao Liu, your family only harvested paddy in the field south of the village this morning, right? That field is less than 7 fen[1]. I saw you pulled seven or eight carts to the grain-sunning ground in the m ...
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