"I always heard my grandfather say that they went up the mountain and down the field every day to cut grass and feed the pigs!"
"Just like us now, carrying a backpack and holding a sickle!"
"I didn't expect that I would go up and down the mountains and fields like him today!"
"This time when he goes back, he won't be able to say that I didn't know about the hardships they went through back then!"
He Shaojun was carrying a bamboo basket on his back and waving a sickle in his hand, constantly "beheading" the plants on both sides of the road, while speaking with great interest.
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