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.,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.,He waited for a while and seeing nothing amiss, his patience gone, he started to fidget nervously with his hair.。