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... the wheat fields, even those who usually woke up late.
Village Chief Qiao looked at the twisted body on the ground, frowned, and said nothing.
He was smoking an old-fashioned pipe in his mouth.
It had been decades since anyone had died in the village.
In Qiao's memory, the last time someone died, it was due to a quarrel.
But it wasn't intentional. It was an accident.
The village had always been very safe and everyone got along well.
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