Haba, global warming ai ba, it turned my wheat into dry straw. That March heat of 2022, it came like a fire-breathing *sier* and cooked the grains right in the head. The experts have their big words, but I saw it with my own eyes from this verandah—the valley turned yellow too soon. That's why this old man now plants mustard; it's tougher, like us in the hills, and can handle the new anger of the sun.
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