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... a wheel."
With one foot on the carriage and the other drooping, Lu Zhuangyuan, who was holding shredded tobacco into the dry tobacco rod, could not help frowning when he heard the familiar sound of chanting.
He followed the sound and saw that by the bonfire, his youngest son, Lu Xiucai, was pouting his butt, holding a stick of incense, and was talking to a canvas while gushing over something.
"Humph! I pray every day and read every day, but I'm not so filial to my own fathe ...
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