“There’s just one.”
"I hoe the field at noon, my sweat dripping down to the soil. Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work? (Ignore the rest)"
Chen Muyang's clear voice reached the ears of several people.
Silence is better than words at this time!
Pah pah pah!
Sabelin applauded, his face full of admiration.
"That's great. What's the name of this poem?"
"Pity the farmers!"
Chen Muyang had no choice but to secretly apologize to the powerful person in another world and borrow his poem for the sake of popularity.
The live broadcast room exploded at that time.
Another poem! Absolutely amazing!
〖Brother Yang is really talented!〗
Farmers work hard all year round, and only with luck can they earn 10,000 yuan.
〖Brother Yang is so amazing, he can write poetry so easily!〗
〖Save food, start with me!〗
Soon, this poem became a hot topic, attracting the attention of countless netizens.
Coupled with the pictures of farmers working, people are deeply touched in an instant.
"Stop pulling it out, that's enough." Seeing that only the last one-fifth of the space was left, Chen Muyang said quickly.
Only a little more than half of the seedlings were used, and the rest were left to grow. Chen Muyang planned to plant them in his own fields.
"Let's do it in one go! Finish the last bit." said Sabelin.
The sun sets and birds on the branches call home.
Everyone finally finished planting. As for the seedlings in the middle, Chen Muyang would fill in the gap after he pulled out the seedlings.
"Let's go home!" Deng Zhao waved his hand.
The fiery red setting sun stretched the figures of the people out long.
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