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... one in her heart, and seeing Xiao Xi this way, she did not say anything. Since Xiao Xi did not wish to speak, there must be a reason, and Su Wenyue decided she would pay more attention in the future.

“Xiao Xi, besides the seeds kept on the farm, how much food can we gather right now?” Su Wenyue returned to practical matters.

Xiao Xi leaned in and whispered a number to Su Wenyue, who could not conceal her surprise on her face, “That much? Are you sure we have enough for our own us ...

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