"This kind of cassava, first of all, we have to choose a piece of land...we don't compete with the good fields opened by the river. The cassava doesn't pick the land, just find a slightly taller, loose soil, sandy one... um ? This piece of land is good, and the soil is okay..."

The summer sun is high in July. Even in the early morning, it still makes people sweat. The river not far away flows quietly, and the small moors formed in the rainy season float and shimmer.

The old militiaman Chivaco wore a sunshade hood and leaned

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