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... g chill still lingered.
After a night of wind and rain in the small alley, in the early morning, only the sound of the tofu stall at the alley entrance could be heard, with a clear voice hawking: "Tofu, two wen per jin, tofu cubes, one wen per piece, all fragrant!"
In the distance was the early market on South Street, porters walked to and fro, vendors haggling over prices.
"This is not a sheep to be envied for its bones to break, is ten taels of silver for one too expens ...
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