Hey, the Yangzhou caravan marched straight into the "Sweet Farmland Labyrinth" today! An oasis farmer at the edge of the Western Regions desert tugged at withered, yellowish wheat ears and holstered: "Miss Xiao! Our Arabic 'Baked Sun Wheat' has been baked into 'sweet crispy strips' by the 'astrological wheat'! The camels are even gnawing on the wheat shoots like licorice!" Huwa snickered behind a cactus, and the watermelon candy in his hand "clattered" down into the irrigation ditch. He had sewn a ring of "bursting spring-water candy" into the Arabian astrological irrigation cloth, and upon laying it across the ditch, it began to fizz out a cooling mist with a hint of cumin. It startled the cactus so much that it flickered out sugar thorns with a crackle, and even the withered wheat shoots began to gulp down the sweet water.
"Huwa! Quickly bring over the 'Sweet Field Sweet Ditch'!" shout the Protagonist. Huwa immediately poured a bucket of cactus syrup into the loom, and the woven astrological water ditch actually clattered away, singing a bedside tune: "Drink up the water, little wheat shoots, drink your fill of sweet water and grow sugary ears~" The farmer laid the astrological cloth out along the field ridge, startling even a desert fox into scampering over with a tiny kettle to "steal the sweet water": "By the Truth! This water ditch is even better at coaxing the sprouts than our date palm springs!" Huwa put his hands on his hips and laughed: "Farmland too dry? I call th…
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