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... soft gauze, gently spreading over a village in Yingtian Prefecture, on a desk for tax collection.
This place was also beside a tea stall.
Li Xiwen, a forty-year-old newly appointed clerk, in this hazy light, was concentrating on verifying tax slips.
He was a poor family youth who had failed the scholar examination three times, and his sleeves still carried the lingering bitter scent of the medicine brewed for his sick wife at home, wafting around without dispersing.
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