This time, Meng Shao's mother, Xia Shi, was bedridden and unable to take care of herself, while her grandmother, He Shi, had long wanted to marry off Meng Shao.,At this time of year, the sorghum growing in the fields is thriving, a vast expanse of lush green. It's very dense.,Meng Yitong was dragged inside. All she saw was a light green, and the plump ears of sorghum swaying gently on the stalks as if in the breeze, then quickly disappeared.。