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In people's impressions, the cool of June should be able to heat people to death. After all, more than 100 miles north of Pingliang City, it is a desert. There was not a single weed growing there, and the blazing sun was mercilessly baking everything. Except for cacti, it seems that no creature can survive there. But no one expected that the cool climate would be cooler than Xianyang.

The aspen trees planted in previous years have grown tall and strong, and in a few more years they will be able to stop the sandstorms. The springs beneath the moat are constantly gushing water, and the cool groundwater not only regulates the climate. It also provides water for crops around Pingliang.

The families of the Qin army who came to Pingliang earlier were lucky enough to get crops, and the sandy soil in the north of the city was planted with something called potatoes. A large patch of corn had been planted on the dry land south of the city, and the hot wind in the desert had become less hot. The dark green corn leaves hit each other with a rattling sound.

Corn is a good thing, and the yield is drought tolerant. It is a pure grain crop, which is much better than planting a gourd and harvesting two scoops of soybeans. The people divided the seeds, and none of them hesitated. What kind of virtue corn is, I have seen it in the greenhouse for a long time. I didn't expect that there could be so many sticks on one plant, and a stick could be broken off casually to make a half-sized child full. This kind of good thing, the Hou family's family does not hide their selfishness, and takes it out to share with everyone, there are not many such good masters in this world.

A little farther away from Pingliang City, there is a cotton field. The people in charge of planting cotton are all Qiang women. Year-round daytime work. Tanning their skin. But these Qiang women didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. This cotton is their life. It's time to hand over the cotton. But they had to exchange the cotton from the fields for food. If you don't starve, you can only let more cotton grow in the field.

In people's impressions, the cool of June should be able to heat people to death. After all, more than 100 miles north of Pingliang City, it is a desert. There was not a single weed growing there, and the blazing sun was mercilessly baking everything. Except for cacti, it seems that no creature can survive there. But no one expected that the cool climate would be cooler than Xianyang.

The aspen trees planted a few years ago have grown tall and strong. In a few more years, it will be able to stop the sandstorms. The springs beneath the moat are constantly gushing water, and the cool groundwater not only regulates the climate. It also provides water for crops around Pingliang.

The families of the Qin army who came to Pingliang earlier were lucky enough to get crops, and the sandy soil in the north of the city was planted with something called potatoes. A large patch of corn had been planted on the dry land south of the city, and the hot wind in the desert had become less hot. The dark green corn leaves hit each other with a rattling sound.

Corn is a good thing, and the yield is drought tolerant. It is a pure grain crop, which is much better than planting a gourd and harvesting two scoops of soybeans. The people divided the seeds, and none of them hesitated. What a virtue corn is? I've seen it in the greenhouse for a long time. I didn't expect that there could be so many sticks on one plant, and a stick could be broken off casually to make a half-sized child full. This kind of good stuff. Master Hou's family doesn't hide their secrets, take them out and share them with everyone, there are not many good masters like this in this world.

A little farther away from Pingliang City, there is a cotton field. The people in charge of planting cotton are all Qiang women. Years of daytime work tanned their skin. But these Qiang women don't dare to be the slightest bit sloppy, these cotton are their lives. When it was time to hand over the cotton, it was necessary to exchange the cotton produced in the field for food. If you don't starve, you can only let more cotton grow in the field.

In people's impressions, the cool of June should be able to heat people to death. After all, more than 100 miles north of Pingliang City, it is a desert. There was not a single weed growing there, and the blazing sun was mercilessly baking everything. Except for cacti, it seems that no creature can survive there. But no one expected that the cool climate would be cooler than Xianyang.

The aspen trees planted in previous years have grown tall and strong, and in a few more years they will be able to stop the sandstorms. The springs beneath the moat are constantly gushing water, and the cool groundwater not only regulates the climate. It also provides water for crops around Pingliang.

The families of the Qin army who came to Pingliang earlier were lucky enough to get crops, and the sandy soil in the north of the city was planted with something called potatoes. A large patch of corn had been planted on the dry land south of the city, and the hot wind in the desert had become less hot. The dark green corn leaves hit each other with a rattling sound.

Corn is a good thing, and the yield is drought tolerant. It is a pure grain crop, which is much better than planting a gourd and harvesting two scoops of soybeans. The people divided the seeds, and none of them hesitated. What kind of virtue corn is, I have seen it in the greenhouse for a long time. I didn't expect that there could be so many sticks on one plant, and a stick could be broken off casually to make a half-sized child full. This kind of good thing, the Hou family's family does not hide their selfishness, and takes it out to share with everyone, there are not many such good masters in this world.

A little farther away from Pingliang City, there is a cotton field. The people in charge of planting cotton are all Qiang women. Years of daytime work tanned their skin. But these Qiang women don't dare to be the slightest bit sloppy, these cotton are their lives. When it was time to hand over the cotton, it was necessary to exchange the cotton produced in the field for food. If you don't starve, you can only let more cotton grow in the field.

In people's impressions, the cool of June should be able to heat people to death. After all, more than 100 miles north of Pingliang City, it is a desert. There was not a single weed growing there, and the blazing sun was mercilessly baking everything. Except for cacti, it seems that no creature can survive there. But no one expected that the cool climate would be cooler than Xianyang.

The aspen trees planted in previous years have grown tall and strong, and in a few more years they will be able to stop the sandstorms. The springs beneath the moat are constantly gushing water, and the cool groundwater not only regulates the climate. It also provides water for crops around Pingliang.

The families of the Qin army who came to Pingliang earlier were lucky enough to get crops, and the sandy soil in the north of the city was planted with something called potatoes. A large patch of corn had been planted on the dry land south of the city, and the hot wind in the desert had become less hot. The dark green corn leaves hit each other with a rattling sound.

Corn is a good thing, and the yield is drought tolerant. It is a pure grain crop, which is much better than planting a gourd and harvesting two scoops of soybeans. The people divided the seeds, and none of them hesitated. What kind of virtue corn is, I have seen it in the greenhouse for a long time. I didn't expect that there could be so many sticks on one plant, and a stick could be broken off casually to make a half-sized child full. This kind of good thing, the Hou family's family does not hide their selfishness, and takes it out to share with everyone, there are not many such good masters in this world.

A little farther away from Pingliang City, there is a cotton field. The people in charge of planting cotton are all Qiang women. Years of daytime work tanned their skin. But these Qiang women don't dare to be the slightest bit sloppy, these cotton are their lives. When it was time to hand over the cotton, it was necessary to exchange the cotton produced in the field for food. If you don't starve, you can only let more cotton grow in the field.

In people's impressions, the cool of June should be able to heat people to death. After all, more than 100 miles north of Pingliang City, it is a desert. There was not a single weed growing there, and the blazing sun was mercilessly baking everything. Except for cacti, it seems that no creature can survive there. But no one expected that the cool climate would be cooler than Xianyang.

The aspen trees planted in previous years have grown tall and strong, and in a few more years they will be able to stop the sandstorms. The springs beneath the moat are constantly gushing water, and the cool groundwater not only regulates the climate. It also provides water for crops around Pingliang.

The families of the Qin army who came to Pingliang earlier were lucky enough to get crops, and the sandy soil in the north of the city was planted with something called potatoes. A large patch of corn had been planted on the dry land south of the city, and the hot wind in the desert had become less hot. The dark green corn leaves hit each other with a rattling sound.

Corn is a good thing, and the yield is drought tolerant. It is a pure grain crop, which is much better than planting a gourd and harvesting two scoops of soybeans. The people divided the seeds, and none of them hesitated. What kind of virtue corn is, I have seen it in the greenhouse for a long time. I didn't expect that there could be so many sticks on one plant, and a stick could be broken off casually to make a half-sized child full. This kind of good thing, the Hou family's family does not hide their selfishness, and takes it out to share with everyone, there are not many such good masters in this world.

A little farther away from Pingliang City, there is a cotton field. The people in charge of planting cotton are all Qiang women. Years of daytime work tanned their skin. But these Qiang women don't dare to be the slightest bit sloppy, these cotton are their lives. When it was time to hand over the cotton, it was necessary to exchange the cotton produced in the field for food. If you don't starve, you can only let more cotton grow in the field.

In people's impressions, the cool of June should be able to heat people to death. After all, more than 100 miles north of Pingliang City, it is a desert. There was not a single weed growing there, and the blazing sun was mercilessly baking everything. Except for cacti, it seems that no creature can survive there. But no one expected that the cool climate would be cooler than Xianyang.

The aspen trees planted in previous years have grown tall and strong, and in a few more years they will be able to stop the sandstorms. The springs beneath the moat are constantly gushing water, and the cool groundwater not only regulates the climate. It also provides water for crops around Pingliang.

Ps. chasing more children's shoes, are there any free appreciation tickets and starting coins~ The countdown to the 515 red envelope list is over, I'll pull a ticket, ask for an increase and appreciation vote, and finally rush a handful! (To be continued.) )