Small farmers bucked the trend and rose to prominence. What is mine will eventually be mine, and what is not mine will still be mine in the end! My name is Luo Zhi, and everyone in the village calls me Mule. In 2000, I happened to be 18 years old. That year was also my last year farming in the countryside. My parents died early, leaving only two acres of thin farmland and an old house in a remote place outside the village. I started farming on my own when I was a little over thirteen years old. I was a banker and had to endure hardships in the fields. When I was eighteen years old, an emotional accident made me go against the trend! This is my story...
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Haha, the tone of the anchor's explanation is very good, and the emotional rhythm is very good
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