One sentence directly amused the old eunuch who delivered the wheat, and the bun folds appeared on the yellowed fat face.

Childe laughed. Isn't that good? He took the ears of wheat and said in a very abrupt manner:

"Five or six is already very good. Ordinary fields, without drought or flood, without disease and disaster, can have such a good harvest. ”

"A good harvest?" Lin Song was really stunned when he said this.

He pointed to ears of wheat that were only five or six grains of wheat, and his face was full of disbelief

"The Strength of the Red Mansion is Like a Pine" Chapter 107 The harvest year is full of snow is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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