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Fang Chang knew that another winter was coming.
Wielding a bronze knife, he harvested the mature millet and sorghum in the field, and put the storable vegetables in the small cellar. He thought about it, anyway, he had a lot of salt, so he just put some radishes in the pottery jar. Code well, sprinkle salt layer by layer.
After the particles returned to the warehouse, he wandered on the cliff.
"Hey, mature."
Looking at the gourd vines hanging be ...
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