The blades of grass withered and fell, and the surroundings were silent, and the 10,000 acres of rice fields, which were originally golden, were now reduced to a black area, full of loneliness and despair.

Lin Lan walked around the edge of the field, thinking about countermeasures.

The water in the fields is almost dry, only dampness remains...

Chapter 120 The so-called natural enemies are being hit by the hand, please wait a moment,

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