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... etables with some coal.
She was the only one at home again.
Jiang Mingyue pulled out some distiller’s grains from the space and poured them into the troughs of the two little pigs. Qingshan Village had a lot of stones, and stone made for the best troughs. No matter how much the pigs flipped them over, they’d hardly damage the stone troughs.
It’s said that early on everyone used wood to make troughs, but wood wasn’t durable, lasting only half a year before getting scrapped ...
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