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... l open with a dull chisel.
His head throbbed.
Thirty thousand people—old men, women, children—were now crammed into the small county town of Hequ like beans poured into a cracked jar. They weren’t soldiers. They weren’t rebels anymore. They were dependents.
And dependents, inconveniently, still needed to eat.
For one unguarded moment, an extremely un-Confucian thought flashed through Wu Shen’s mind:
Wang Jiayin, you shameless bastard. When you rebelled, wh ...
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