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.,It was already noon, the sun was blazing, and all the farmers working in the fields had gone home for lunch. Therefore, there were very few people on the road.,The sorghum field was silent, with only the sound of the wind answering.。