Don't sing. As the name suggests, she is a woman who neither sings nor recites songs.
For songs. She doesn't deserve the name at all. She raised her head with messy hair and muddy face from the paddy field, glanced at her man who was wearing fresh clothes and looking at the sky on the ridge of the field, and then lowered her head to continue fishing. Today's meal hasn't arrived yet!
But there is a little song in the village, sung just for her.
There was a shy little boy in the village head, Mo's family, who didn't wear powder to show shame, so he married a wild girl.
You have to know that in this village where robbers, murderers and beggars are everywhere, everyone's cultural level is limited, and for a long time no one pointed out that the rhythm of the song was inappropriate.
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