C954 Luo Huo Returned to His Hometown

The golden autumn of the North China Plains was a golden color. Now was the time to sow winter wheat. The fields were filled with ploughed farmland, and the endless fields were filled with the shadows of people working as hard as they could.

Ten years was long enough for all the children to not recognize Luo Huo as a villager. On a wild jujube next to the dirt road