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... a blur, and the Fisherman on the Black Water River were still busy.
Every early morning, just as the sun came up.
They would steer their small sampans and navigate their black awning boats.
Shuttling through the reed marshes, hoping to catch big fish to trade for some rice and grain to fill their stomachs.
It was thanks to their hard work that the delicious river seafood from the eight-hundred-mile waters could be continuously supplied to restaurants, martial arts ...
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