Liang Zhijie pulled Ma Duoduo's hand and climbed up another small hill, on which a small pavilion was built. Inside the pavilion, there was a stone table and five stone stools.

  Mai Duo sat on a stone bench at the edge of a field and asked: "Zhi Jie, why are these two hills so deserted?"

  "Oh, this hill is all barren yellow sand soil, what can be done with it?"

  "This land is suitable for planting sugarcane and cotton."

  "But how about the sweet grass? It grows luxuriantly every year at the foot of the mountains surrounding the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, and yet those villagers either cut it down or burn it to death with fire. But as soon as spring arrives, it grows again."

  At this point, Mai Duoduo's eyes sparkled as she looked at Liang Zhijie, her small face flushed with excitement.

  Liang Zhijie reached out and pulled her onto his lap, covering her with a passionate kiss until they both felt breathless before letting go.

  Mai Duo gently pushed him and said: "Zhi Jie brother, what are you doing? I still have something to say."

  Liang Zhijie brushed a strand of hair hanging down her chest to behind her ear, "Speak."

  "Those sweet grasses were called sugarcane in some historical records, and later we just called them sugarcane. Also, I learned how to bring those wild sugarcanes back and plant them in the ground, after cultivating and improving them, the sugarcane became more juicy and soft, with a higher sugar content, making better and sweeter sugar slices."

  "These two hills are perfect for planting sugarcane. And those dozens of acres of dry land, might as well plant them all together!"

  "Alright, you arrange it then. I'll head back to the village and tell my parents about it. Let's see how much wasteland is available in the village, we can buy some of it!"

  Two people sat on the mountain top, blowing in the cool autumn wind, looking at the vast fields and continuous mountains in the distance, and then looked at the man sitting beside them. Ma Duo Duo suddenly said: "Zhi Jie brother, let me sing a song for you."

  "Great, I haven't heard my son sing a song yet!" Liang Zhijie said with full expectation.

  Mai Doudou changed Zhao Yonghua's most romantic thing, slightly modified the lyrics:

  Sitting back-to-back on a stone bench, sipping tea and chatting about wishes.

  You hope I become gentler and gentler, I hope you put me in your heart.

  You said you want to give me a romantic dream, thank you for taking me to find paradise.

  Even if it takes a lifetime to finish, as long as I say it, you will remember and never forget.

  The most romantic thing I can think of is growing old slowly with you.

  All the way, collecting every bit of laughter, and leaving it for later to sit in a rocking chair and chat slowly. The 29th chapter of "Space Joy: Good Life of a Farmer's Daughter" that you are reading now is only half of the most romantic thing, to read the full version please search on Baidu: () after entering, search again: Space Joy: Good Life of a Farmer's Daughter

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