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The season of autumn harvest has come. Chihuako, carrying a bamboo basket and agricultural implements, stood in the field in front of the Tuntian camp. On his old smiling face, there was the joy of the busy farming season, and in his deep pupils, golden hope flowed. Hope was nurtured in the dark and long rainy season and turned into a huge fruit within reach.
"It's a good harvest!"
The old militiaman murmured. One hundred thousand acres of lush fa ...
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