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I think the beginning was a potato that was secretly planted in the schoolyard when I was in the third grade of elementary school. I learned that if I bury the potatoes in the soil, I can make potatoes again, so I secretly planted them in the corner of the schoolyard without telling anyone. When I think about it now, it's shaded in the sun, and it's fertilizer-free. When I showed it to my mother, she made me meat and potatoes. How good it was. Unforgettable memories. Yes, that's where my farming life began. maybe.
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