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Apart from Zhao Zhan, all the other families in Willow Village had the surname Yang.

Li Miao's land was connected to Zhao Zhan's. 

Yang Dashan was a simple and honest man. These days, when Zhao Zhan was busy with farming, he would help out when they met. Now that he was tired, he squatted on the ground and stared at Li Miao's family.

"Dashan," Zhao Zhan picked up all the sprouts along with their roots and soil, as he had done a few days ago. He looked at Yang Dashan and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Yang Dashan had been holding it in for several days. At this time, seeing that there was no one around, he finally couldn't help it. "Zhao Zhan, what exactly are you planting in your field? I've been thinking about it for a few days, but I still can't figure out what it is. "