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... rate was very big. Yu Song followed Uncle Wan for a full fifteen minutes before arriving at a courtyard with black tiles and white walls. There was a corridor, a house, a well, and green bamboo inside. The difference was that Yu Song could not see any farming tools here.
If Yan Jiuchao hadn’t accidentally seen him writing on the ground, he would probably have been a country bumpkin in Lotus Flower Village for the rest of his life. He never dreamed that he would become one of the many sch ...
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