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... he hills.
Bai-shui Wang Er stood before the gathered villagers, his face dark as storm clouds.
Last night, he had led a group of men to Gaos’ Village to steal water—only to discover bags of flour instead. Everyone returned carrying two full buckets on their shoulders. Spirits soared so high that even their footsteps seemed to kick up a breeze.
But the joy evaporated the moment they stepped back into the village.
While Wang Er was gone, the county yamen runners had ...
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