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... the morning.
The carpenter’s shop was already open.
A mature beautiful woman in black silk clothes walked out of the house, holding a heavy bundle wrapped in cloth in her hand, dripping wet with red liquid, it was unclear what it was.
She placed it at the door near a fire, taking advantage of the quietness of the early morning to burn it.
But it was inevitable for some early-rising farmers to see her.
“Good morning, Aunt Zhu!”
Passers-by would alw ...
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