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.,He waited for a while and seeing nothing amiss, his patience gone, he started to fidget nervously with his hair.。