Good harvests bring

When they reached the sorghum field, it was a vast expanse of dryland fields stretching from one to the next. Even if Meng Xi shouted herself hoarse, no one would hear her, nor would anyone see her.,The sorghum field was silent, with only the sound of the wind answering.,He waited for a while and seeing nothing amiss, his patience gone, he started to fidget nervously with his hair.。