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... rice fields swayed with the wind, resembling waves rippling.
At Lazhi Village, the villagers, as always, hastened to harvest the rice while the sun’s heat was still mild.
“I asked yesterday, and this year’s rice purchasing price is much lower than last year’s.”
In the fields, a dark-skinned man in his twenties complained to his fellow villagers as he wielded a sickle to cut the rice.
“We earn so little from the grain, when will we ever make enough money to move t ...
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