By this time, the cotton had ripened considerably. Led by Jin Feng, a group of people spread out with cloth bags and picked a total of seventy or eighty bags, which piled up on the ground and looked like a small mountain.
Because it was a cloudy day and the sun hadn't come out, even Guan Xiaorou went down to the ground and picked a few bags of fruit.
"Honey, how many quilts can this bag of cotton make?"
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