Good harvests bring

At this time of year, the sorghum growing in the fields is thriving, a vast expanse of lush green. It's very dense.,Meng Xiang's long hair scattered wildly, her eyes blazing with fury. In a moment of desperation, she grabbed a hardened clod of earth from the ground and, with all her might, hurled it at Wang Xi Shun's head.,The sorghum field was silent, with only the sound of the wind answering.。