Go to the rice fields with Mom in the afternoon

in Steem For Pakistan8 days ago

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Today was a truly long day, and I went to the market as usual to sell rambutans and mangosteens. We also had a few watermelons left over from yesterday. We were selling very well today, but I wasn't really focused on selling because I had to do a lot of my social media work, as usual.

After a long day of work, we decided to go to the rice fields for a while to see how our children who had been sick yesterday were growing and developing. Upon arriving at the rice fields this afternoon, I found the scenery to be truly beautiful. The sunset was beautiful, and the air was fresh. The atmosphere here felt very peaceful, making me feel comfortable being in the rice fields this afternoon.

As we were about to head home after seeing our rice growing again so well, this afternoon I received a call from the boss who usually sells rambutans to us. He said he had a basket of rambutans available this afternoon. I was thrilled, and after returning from the rice fields, we immediately headed to Paya Bakong to buy them. It was already evening, but our trip went smoothly, making me happy to be able to buy rambutans, as they were currently in high demand at our stall.

After returning from Paya Bakong that evening, I immediately refreshed myself and enjoyed a small dinner. After that, I immediately decided to go back out to hang out again, as I had a lot of work to do tonight. Although I was quite tired from my long journey, I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of the evening, as I was also excited about having a large stock of rambutans to sell all day tomorrow morning.

This is the story that I can share with my friends today, thank you to my friends who have read my post.

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Thank you for sharing your beautiful diary. I really enjoyed reading about your busy day, especially your visit to the peaceful rice fields and the beautiful sunset. I'm glad you got a fresh stock of rambutans. Wishing you great sales and looking forward to your next diary.

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