Good harvests bring

Meng Meng struggled desperately, but he was not his opponent.,Meng Yitong was dragged inside. All she saw was a light green, and the plump ears of sorghum swaying gently on the stalks as if in the breeze, then quickly disappeared.,When they reached the sorghum field, it was a vast expanse of dryland fields stretching from one to the next. Even if Meng Xi shouted herself hoarse, no one would hear her, nor would anyone see her.。