Still, there were some stubborn ones who, come hell or high water, were unwilling to pull up the wheat in their fields. To them, the grain was their very life.
"I won't pull it! I won't! Are you trying to get our family killed?"
The cries of Mrs. Fan echoed back and forth along the field ridges, reaching everyone’s ears. The village head had talked himself hoarse, but her attitude remained firm: "Anyone who dares to touch the wheat in my field, I’ll fight them to the death!"
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