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"Yes, just that kind of person. Then, out of nowhere, this guy shows up with a Compass and spends some time in the mountains. He comes out and says the mountain spring is God's gift to their village. If they want to get rich, they should use that spring water for farming. The food grown with it would definitely sell at a high price, and eventually, their whole village would prosper because of the rice. Maybe it would even spare them from disasters. Can you believe that nonsense! But ther ...

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