Chen Lo grabbed the straw mat beside him with one hand and moved the person into the mud pit.,Chen Luo learned it and remembered it well. He didn't know why his third uncle asked him to do this, but there must be a reason. Every line has its own wisdom. Chen Luo didn't feel like he had crossed over. The knowledge in his head was more practical than the experience accumulated by several generations of others.,He tried to focus his attention on the past, and soon saw a row of familiar words.。