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... could see were scenes of insects gnawing on crops, and he heard various "rustling" sounds.

If he couldn't come up with a solution, this vast area of crops would all be eaten by insects, and even if they planted tuber-type plants, the autumn harvest yield would still be painfully low.

"Leader, don't panic. Think carefully. Since the Witch in your dream taught you how to plant, they must have also taught you how to resolve situations like this."

When Jiang Xuan was agitate ...

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