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... Chen Shijie ate quickly, almost as if they were devouring the leftovers of a storm, a habit formed in the military.
"Tomorrow is the Harvest Festival, are you leaving the city?" After finishing, Chen Shijie asked.
"Yes," Zhao Xing nodded, "Anping Town is my tax inspection area. It’s the final wave of Primordial Rice harvest, I need to go check."
"Bring Shen Zhui along. I’ll give you a grassman too." Chen Shijie waved his hand, and from the back hall, a grassman dressed i ...
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