Good harvests bring

Wang Xishun had a vulgar smile on his face, with disgusting pimples and a pitted complexion. When he spoke, his breath was foul. He said, "Your grandmother sold you to me, where else do you think you can run",By this point, Wang Xishun wouldn't have the patience to deal with things at home. He would first go to the sorghum field and get what he needed, then talk about it later.,A sharp pain struck, and Wang Xi Shun couldn't bear it. He clutched his hand and let out a pig-like squeal on the spot.。