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... ems, one for clothes, one for washing vegetables, and so on.

The pond that they had stopped at, which couldn’t be any clearer, was where the villagers would wash their clothes.

Li Man followed Little Five to the pond while carrying the basket of clothes. At this time of the day, there were already clusters of women in twos and threes by the pond. They were chatting and joking around as they washed the clothes. Perhaps, something amusing was recently said. Several women were chort ...

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