It was supposed to be a holiday, but because there were many fields in my hometown, and all of them were harvested by manpower, I could only return to my hometown to help harvest corn.

From October 1st to today, I get up at six o'clock in the morning every day and return at six o'clock in the evening, and the rest of the time is all in the ground, which is really impossible to explode, and in addition, there is a plague mage at the end of this month, and the painter can only guarantee two thousand words a day, I hope you understand.

This month, it should be closed and put on the shelves, but it is not on the shelves, and it will be made up for next month.

The work in the field should be almost finished tomorrow, and I will return the day after tomorrow, with a guarantee of three thousand a day. At last?

Asking for favorites and recommended votes....... Collection of fifty-six, recommended votes a week fifteen votes, uh, this result is a bit miserable......

Chapter 70 of "I'm Really a Painter" Well, I forgot about it today...... I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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