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... Early spring.
The spirit farmers in the shanty area all had joyful expressions on their faces, some even sporting rare new clothes, as if they were about to attend a celebration.
Fang Xi walked among the bamboo forest, with a casual wave of his right hand.
The Green Barley Sword flew out, chopping off a section of bamboo.
He knocked on the bamboo tube, listening to the solid echo inside, and nodded in satisfaction, "The spirit rice has matured."
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