The new valley wants to be eroded in situ, and it is too late to plant wheat;
Ask why you don't plow, draw water, sharpen your knife and smoke;
Foolish people abandon agriculture and grow cigarettes, and the grain is worth a lot of smoke.
Zhang Xiangfeng's poem about growing tobacco is:
The tobacco leaves planted in Sha Tin withered,
The root length depends entirely on the fertility of the land, and the gas is thick and rich.
Bad Lipu seedlings have short leaves, unlike tobacco leaves,
What would happen if there were fields and no crops?