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E-book Mahmud and the magical rice field
The middle-aged man was usually called Polem Mahmud. His thin body made him look like a hungry grasshopper, with thin beard growing on his pointed chin. The white color of the shirt he
wore had faded, looking duller than the original color. Several patches of stitches overlapped around the collar and the buttocks of his pants. He walked in between rice fields, occasionally
hopping to avoid the muddy rice fields. From a distance someone called the poor man, “Polem, if you have some free time, please help plow my fields, can you?” asked Cut Meurah, an old woman whose rice field was adjacent to Polem Mahmud’s. It had become a habit of the people in the village to help each other, especially when it came to plowing and harvesting rice.
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