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... e firewood through the dripping eaves and went to the kitchen to start a fire. The green smoke melted into the drizzle through the chimney. The nearby courtyards and huts were also popular.
The old man on crutches asked about the morning food under the eaves; the woman in the kitchen complained about the inconvenience of life in the city, and even the firewood had nowhere to chop; the young man who got up early picked it up in a nearby well. When the water came, I told everyone about whic ...
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