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Aunt Wang, upon hearing that the bag Zhi Chen was carrying contained potatoes, and even sprouted ones at that, suddenly felt disgrunted, "It's settled then, Fubao, let's head back. It's been a month since we've left, and who knows how the house is now, surely covered in a thick layer of dust."
Thus, the mother and daughter duo gradually disappeared into the distance, a smile slowly forming on Zhi Chen's lips.
He sat down to rest for a while before he hoisted the heavy bag back onto his shoulders.
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Dong Huiying calculated carefully; when she first arrived in this world, it hadn't yet been spring, and the weather was still very cold. Now, in the blink of an eye, two to three months had passed.
When she had gone to Jun City, spring had just begun, and people in the village had started plowing and sowing. After a month of hustle and bustle, some families had finished their work, others were wrapping up, but the Liang family's fields were still unsown.
