Good harvests bring

This time, Meng Shao's mother, Xia Shi, was bedridden and unable to take care of herself, while her grandmother, He Shi, had long wanted to marry off Meng Shao.,At this time of year, the sorghum growing in the fields is thriving, a vast expanse of lush green. It's very dense.,Wang Xishun grabbed Meng Xi's hair tightly, dragging her deep into the sorghum field. His arms were scratched several times, and he was annoyed. He pushed her to the ground with all his might and pounced on top of her.。