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Crops grow on the fields, as well as tombs; ancestors are buried in the tombs, and stories are buried... Under night, the tomb on the south slope was dug. The cuckoos sang, and the awns were planted. In three to five days, it will be time to start harvesting wheat. Those who talk about cuckoos chirping and awns growing are all those old men who are like antiques. Under the old locust tree at the entrance of Nancun, a toothless man said that the cuckoos crow earlier this year than last year, and the wheat ripens earlier. A toothless person said that this year's awns were planted later than last year, and the wheat ripened later. Toothless said again, hey, look at the fireworks platform, the wheat is all yellow. He said without teeth, "Look, the wheat in Xidian is still green." Further down, one person, one person, another person, repeated Cheluolun's words over and over again. It seemed that whoever insisted on speaking to the end would have authority in his words.