"If you want to eat, you will eat!"

The naive man looked at him in fear, picked up the steamed bun and sniffed it, and started to eat it with big mouthfuls.

Li Kuiyong's eyes were a little hot. He turned his face and looked at the yellow sand and the ravines in the distance. He felt so sad. The farmers in northern Shaanxi were really bitter...

Old Man Du stuffed a full of tobacco leaves and handed it over.

"Did the baby miss home?"

Li Kuiyong took it silently.

Old Man Du said:

"Just sing a sour song. The farmers are sad, and they all rely on singing sour songs!"

Li Kuiyong took a deep breath, and the spicy smoke filled the entire chest and abdomen, and then came out of his nostrils. He whispered:

"Grandpa Du, let's sing another one."

Old Man Du's song "Xintianyou" roared into the clouds and sang it in a melodious and sad way...

There was a sudden "ding" sound in my mind, and the dialog box popped up:
Chapter completed!