10 The land cultivated at the foot of the mountain wasn't extensive, totaling only about eight or nine mu, all planted with corn. Zhou Lingchun had sown his corn early, and in a patch of corn stalks that still held some green, two mu had already turned a scorched yellow. The sun gradually climbed directly overhead, and the sunlight became blinding. Zhou Lingchun had a towel draped around his neck. In a patch of corn stalks that was nearly withered, he deftly snapped the ears of corn off the stalks. With…

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