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... Cuihua pulled out a special wooden hammer engraved with the shape of ancient coins.
She gripped the hammer forcefully and stamped the yellow papers, imprinting them with embossments resembling coins.
Once a sheet of paper was full, it could be burned at the street corner.
Jiaojiao squatted beside Wang Cuihua, watching, resting her chin on her hands.
She was well-familiar with this process.
Since her earliest memories, her father was always embedded in scen ...
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