Smoke Rises from the Farm While Farming

Lazy version: The birds on the trees are in pairs, the green water and green mountains are smiling. From now on, they will no longer suffer the pain of slavery, and the husband and wife will return their home. You plow the fields and I pick chrysanthemums, you carry water and I water the chrysanthemums. Even though the thatched house is broken, it can protect you from wind and rain. The love between husband and wife is bitter but sweet. You and I are like mandarin ducks, flying together to farm... Harmony version: The miracle doctor pulled Xiaodai's belt, looking aggrieved, "Tell me, what's so bad about my medicine? Others can't get it even if they ask for it, but you still don't like it after using it!" Xiaodai held on to the miracle doctor's hand, looking embarrassed, "But... After using that medicine, I can't stop doing it six or seven times a night. There's still a lot of work to be done in the fields." "Are you admitting that my medicine works? Let's try something else that night. I've made many." "But... I have to get up early tomorrow..." "It's okay. I'll give you some essence-replenishing medicine tomorrow." … Official version? This article tells the story of a dull boy who traveled back in time and became a dull boy. Not only did he have to farm the fields to find rations, but he also had to always be on guard against being used as rations by evildoers. All in all, this is a tragic comedy that takes place in a remote countryside, in a rural pastoral? ! Is this an emotional drama about the ultimate showdown between chrysanthemum growers and chrysanthemum pickers? ! All in all... Well, that's all, let's read the article! (I have already been fooled by everyone. During the parabola flight, I shouted with a dying struggle: I will definitely come back. Please bookmark this article~~)