There are plows, rakes and hoes in ancient poetry.

Minnong

When weeding is at noon,

Sweat dripped on the ground.

Who knows Chinese food,

Every single grain is the fruit of hard work.

Gui yuan Tian ju

Growing beans in Shannan,

There are more grass and fewer bean seedlings.

In the morning, the reason is ridiculous,

Take the moon lotus hoe home.

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