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... mmer and early autumn sunlight poured down from the sky, a little less scorching.
Under the tree outside the carpenter’s workshop in the Green Sparrow tribe, Lame, the tribe’s first carpenter, sat seriously on a wooden stump padded with a bamboo mat. In one hand was an axe, in the other a piece of wood, and he was carefully chopping.
Next to him lay a wooden wheel he had already crafted.
Little carpenter Mao’er and several other woodworkers were also seriously working nea ...
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