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Feng Qingxue carried back to her home more than a dozen bundles of firewood in one breath and brought a few bundles of thatch. Once at home, she quickly built a mud stove with stones at one side of the door, setting a pottery pot on it.
The water in the pottery pot had been scooped from the river.
The fire was lit with matches, which, she told Qingyun, were given to her by a kind person.
But were they?
In reality, she was afraid that the lighter might ...
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