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",Wang X Shun cried out in pain, withdrawing his hand and looking around cautiously. "Who!" he shouted.,The sorghum field was silent, with only the sound of the wind answering.。