In Youzhou, in the far north of Daqing, the temperature is still very low in the first month. In recent days, the sun has become stronger and stronger, and the snow has gradually melted away, adding a bit of dampness and coldness.
The Liang family's farm is not far from the main house, with a total of more than 1,000 acres of land and 600 tenants.
It was a cold day, and no one wanted to go out. Mr. Liang was wrapped in a thick fur, and he also added cashmere warm clothes that he had bought from Xujiazhuang. It was still so cold that his teeth chattered.
Fortunately, the hand stove he held in his arms was burning silver charcoal produced in Xujiazhuang, which gave him warmth and dissipated a lot of the cold air.
Boya followed his father out of the house and came to the farm. The first thing the father and son saw were the large fields with withered yellow. These were the wheat stubble left behind, which could be used as fertilizer when dug out and buried in the ground.
Mr. Liang was horrified to discover that even this method of fertilization came from Xujiazhuang.
Over the years, they have been unknowingly surrounded by various items produced in Xujiazhuang and new theories spread out.
Turning back and looking at each other with their son Boya, the father and son continued walking towards the village where the tenant farmers lived.
The snow was melting and the roads on the ground were muddy. Mr. Liang regretted not letting his servants lead him when he went out.
Boya seldom came to the village, and he never thought that the road from his farm would be in such a bad state.
The father and son stood in front of a huge muddy pond and looked at each other awkwardly. Mr. Liang obviously backed down.
But Boya somehow remembered the gray-white long street in the Xujiazhuang market that was not afraid of water or fire.
He couldn't help but think,...
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In Youzhou, in the far north of Daqing, the temperature is still very low in the first month. In recent days, the sun has become stronger and stronger, and the snow has gradually melted away, adding a bit of dampness and coldness.
The Liang family's farm is not far from the main house, with a total of more than 1,000 acres of land and 600 tenants.
It was a cold day, and no one wanted to go out. Mr. Liang was wrapped in a thick fur, and he also added cashmere warm clothes that he bought from Xujiazhuang. It was still so cold that his teeth chattered.
Fortunately, the hand stove he held in his arms was burning silver charcoal produced in Xujiazhuang, which gave him warmth and dissipated a lot of the cold air.
Boya followed his father out of the house and came to the farm. The first thing the father and son saw were the large fields with withered yellow. These were the wheat stubble left behind, which could be used as fertilizer when dug out and buried in the ground.
Mr. Liang was horrified to discover that even this fertilization method came from Xujiazhuang.
Over the years, they have been unknowingly surrounded by various items produced in Xujiazhuang and new theories spread out.
Turning back and looking at each other with their son Boya, the father and son continued walking towards the village where the tenant farmers lived.
The snow was melting and the roads on the ground were muddy. Mr. Liang regretted not letting his servants lead him when he went out.
Boya seldom came to the village, and he never thought that the road from his farm would be in such a bad state.
The father and son stood in front of a huge mud pond and looked at each other awkwardly. Mr. Liang obviously backed down.
But Boya somehow remembered the gray-white long street in the Xujiazhuang market that was not afraid of water or fire.
He couldn't help but think that in Youzhou, in the far north of Daqing, the temperature was still very low in the first month. In recent days, the sun was getting stronger and stronger, and the snow gradually melted, adding a bit of dampness and coldness.
The Liang family's farm is not far from the main house, with a total of more than 1,000 acres of land and 600 tenants.
It was a cold day, and no one wanted to go out. Mr. Liang was wrapped in a thick fur, and he also added cashmere warm clothes that he had bought from Xujiazhuang. It was still so cold that his teeth chattered.
Fortunately, the hand stove he held in his arms was burning silver charcoal produced in Xujiazhuang, which gave him warmth and dissipated a lot of the cold air.
Boya followed his father out of the house and came to the farm. The first thing the father and son saw were the large fields with withered yellow. These were the wheat stubble left behind, which could be used as fertilizer when dug out and buried in the ground.
Mr. Liang was horrified to discover that even this fertilization method came from Xujiazhuang.
Over the years, they have been unknowingly surrounded by various items produced in Xujiazhuang and new theories spread out.
Turning back and looking at each other with their son Boya, the father and son continued walking towards the village where the tenant farmers lived.
The snow was melting and the roads on the ground were muddy. Mr. Liang regretted not letting his servants lead him when he went out.
Boya seldom came to the village, and he never thought that the road from his farm would be in such a bad state.
The father and son stood in front of a huge muddy pond and looked at each other awkwardly. Mr. Liang obviously backed down.
But Boya somehow remembered the gray-white long street in the Xujiazhuang market that was not afraid of water or fire.
He couldn't help but think that in Youzhou, in the far north of Daqing, the temperature was still very low in the first month. In recent days, the sun was getting stronger and stronger, and the snow gradually melted, adding a bit of dampness and coldness.
The Liang family's farm is not far from the main house, with a total of more than 1,000 acres of land and 600 tenants.
It was a cold day, and no one wanted to go out. Mr. Liang was wrapped in a thick fur, and he also added cashmere warm clothes that he had bought from Xujiazhuang. It was still so cold that his teeth chattered.
Fortunately, the hand stove he held in his arms was burning silver charcoal produced in Xujiazhuang, which gave him warmth and dissipated a lot of the cold air.
Boya followed his father out of the house and came to the farm. The first thing the father and son saw were the large fields with withered yellow. These were the wheat stubble left behind, which could be used as fertilizer when dug out and buried in the ground.
Mr. Liang was horrified to discover that even this fertilization method came from Xujiazhuang.
Over the years, they have been unknowingly surrounded by various items produced in Xujiazhuang and new theories spread out.
Turning back and looking at each other with their son Boya, the father and son continued walking towards the village where the tenant farmers lived.
The snow was melting and the roads on the ground were muddy. Mr. Liang regretted not letting his servants lead him when he went out.
Boya seldom came to the village, and he never thought that the road from his farm would be in such a bad state.
The father and son stood in front of a huge muddy pond and looked at each other awkwardly. Mr. Liang obviously backed down.
But Boya somehow remembered the gray-white long street in the Xujiazhuang market that was not afraid of water or fire.
He couldn't help but think that in Youzhou, in the far north of Daqing, the temperature was still very low in the first month. In recent days, the sun was getting stronger and stronger, and the snow gradually melted, adding a bit of dampness and coldness.
The Liang family's farm is not far from the main house, with a total of more than 1,000 acres of land and 600 tenants.
It was a cold day, and no one wanted to go out. Mr. Liang was wrapped in a thick fur, and he also added cashmere warm clothes that he had bought from Xujiazhuang. It was still so cold that his teeth chattered.
Fortunately, the hand stove he held in his arms was burning silver charcoal produced in Xujiazhuang, which gave him warmth and dissipated a lot of the cold air.
Boya followed his father out of the house and came to the farm. The first thing the father and son saw were the large fields with withered yellow. These were the wheat stubble left behind, which could be used as fertilizer when dug out and buried in the ground.
Mr. Liang was horrified to discover that even this fertilization method came from Xujiazhuang.
Over the years, they have been unknowingly surrounded by various items produced in Xujiazhuang and new theories spread out.
Turning back and looking at each other with their son Boya, the father and son continued walking towards the village where the tenant farmers lived.
The snow was melting and the roads on the ground were muddy. Mr. Liang regretted not letting his servants lead him when he went out.
Boya seldom came to the village, and he never thought that the road from his farm would be in such a bad state.
The father and son stood in front of a huge muddy pond and looked at each other awkwardly. Mr. Liang obviously backed down.
But Boya somehow remembered the gray-white long street in the Xujiazhuang market that was not afraid of water or fire.
He couldn't help but think that in Youzhou, in the far north of Daqing, the temperature was still very low in the first month. In recent days, the sun was getting stronger and stronger, and the snow gradually melted, adding a bit of dampness and coldness.
The Liang family's farm is not far from the main house, with a total of more than 1,000 acres of land and 600 tenants.
It was a cold day, and no one wanted to go out. Mr. Liang was wrapped in a thick fur, and he also added cashmere warm clothes that he had bought from Xujiazhuang. It was still so cold that his teeth chattered.
Fortunately, the hand stove he held in his arms was burning silver charcoal produced in Xujiazhuang, which gave him warmth and dissipated a lot of the cold air.
Boya followed his father out of the house and came to the farm. The first thing the father and son saw were the large fields with withered yellow. These were the wheat stubble left behind, which could be used as fertilizer when dug out and buried in the ground.
Mr. Liang was horrified to discover that even this fertilization method came from Xujiazhuang.
Over the years, they have been unknowingly surrounded by various items produced in Xujiazhuang and new theories spread out.
Turning back and looking at each other with their son Boya, the father and son continued walking towards the village where the tenant farmers lived.
The snow was melting and the roads on the ground were muddy. Mr. Liang regretted not letting his servants lead him when he went out.
Boya seldom came to the village, and he never thought that the road from his farm would be in such a bad state.
The father and son stood in front of a huge muddy pond and looked at each other awkwardly. Mr. Liang obviously backed down.
But Boya somehow remembered the gray-white long street in the Xujiazhuang market that was not afraid of water or fire.
He couldn't help but think that in Youzhou, in the far north of Daqing, the temperature was still very low in the first month. In recent days, the sun was getting stronger and stronger, and the snow gradually melted, adding a bit of dampness and coldness.
The Liang family's farm is not far from the main house, with a total of more than 1,000 acres of land and 600 tenants.
It was a cold day, and no one wanted to go out. Mr. Liang was wrapped in a thick fur, and he also added cashmere warm clothes that he had bought from Xujiazhuang. It was still so cold that his teeth chattered.
Fortunately, the hand stove he held in his arms was burning silver charcoal produced in Xujiazhuang, which gave him warmth and dissipated a lot of the cold air.
Boya followed his father out of the house and came to the farm. The first thing the father and son saw were the large fields with withered yellow. These were the wheat stubble left behind, which could be used as fertilizer when dug out and buried in the ground.
Mr. Liang was horrified to discover that even this fertilization method came from Xujiazhuang.
Over the years, they have been unknowingly surrounded by various items produced in Xujiazhuang and new theories spread out.
Turning back and looking at each other with their son Boya, the father and son continued walking towards the village where the tenant farmers lived.
The snow was melting and the roads on the ground were muddy. Mr. Liang regretted not letting his servants lead him when he went out.
Boya seldom came to the village, and he never thought that the road from his farm would be in such a bad state.
The father and son stood in front of a huge muddy pond and looked at each other awkwardly. Mr. Liang obviously backed down.
But Boya somehow remembered the gray-white long street in the Xujiazhuang market that was not afraid of water or fire.
He couldn't help but think that in Youzhou, in the far north of Daqing, the temperature was still very low in the first month. In recent days, the sun was getting stronger and stronger, and the snow gradually melted, adding a bit of dampness and coldness.
The Liang family's farm is not far from the main house, with a total of more than 1,000 acres of land and 600 tenants.
It was a cold day, and no one wanted to go out. Mr. Liang was wrapped in a thick fur, and he also added cashmere warm clothes that he had bought from Xujiazhuang. It was still so cold that his teeth chattered.
Fortunately, the hand stove he held in his arms was burning silver charcoal produced in Xujiazhuang, which gave him warmth and dissipated a lot of the cold air.
Boya followed his father out of the house and came to the farm. The first thing the father and son saw were the large fields with withered yellow. These were the wheat stubble left behind, which could be used as fertilizer when dug out and buried in the ground.
Mr. Liang was horrified to discover that even this fertilization method came from Xujiazhuang.
Over the years, they have been unknowingly surrounded by various items produced in Xujiazhuang and new theories spread out.
Turning back and looking at each other with their son Boya, the father and son continued walking towards the village where the tenant farmers lived.
The snow was melting and the roads on the ground were muddy. Mr. Liang regretted not letting his servants lead him when he went out.
Boya seldom came to the village, and he never thought that the road from his farm would be in such a bad state.
The father and son stood in front of a huge muddy pond and looked at each other awkwardly. Mr. Liang obviously backed down.
But Boya somehow remembered the gray-white long street in the Xujiazhuang market that was not afraid of water or fire.
He couldn't help but think that in Youzhou, in the far north of Daqing, the temperature was still very low in the first month. In recent days, the sun was getting stronger and stronger, and the snow gradually melted, adding a bit of dampness and coldness.
The Liang family's farm is not far from the main house, with a total of more than 1,000 acres of land and 600 tenants.
It was a cold day, and no one wanted to go out. Mr. Liang was wrapped in a thick fur, and he also added cashmere warm clothes that he had bought from Xujiazhuang. It was still so cold that his teeth chattered.
Fortunately, the hand stove he held in his arms was burning silver charcoal produced in Xujiazhuang, which gave him warmth and dissipated a lot of the cold air.
Boya followed his father out of the house and came to the farm. The first thing the father and son saw were the large fields with withered yellow. These were the wheat stubble left behind, which could be used as fertilizer when dug out and buried in the ground.
Mr. Liang was horrified to discover that even this fertilization method came from Xujiazhuang.
Over the years, they have been unknowingly surrounded by various items produced in Xujiazhuang and new theories spread out.
Turning back and looking at each other with their son Boya, the father and son continued walking towards the village where the tenant farmers lived.
The snow was melting and the roads on the ground were muddy. Mr. Liang regretted not letting his servants lead him when he went out.
Boya seldom came to the village, and he never thought that the road from his farm would be in such a bad state.
The father and son stood in front of a huge muddy pond and looked at each other awkwardly. Mr. Liang obviously backed down.
But Boya somehow remembered the gray-white long street in the Xujiazhuang market that was not afraid of water or fire.
