In the ninth year of Hongwu, the capital.

The wind from the north already carries a hint of coolness.

At this time, the people of Shuncheonfu were busy harvesting the grain in the rice fields.

He still muttered:

"Clean, be fast!

It's late, and we won't be able to sign up......"

These people were eager to dance the scythe in their hands, but their own rice fields were not angry.

They buried themselves in the harvest, not noticing, a wagon

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