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... n't have to work in the field today.

Warmth appeared in Gu Dagang's eyes when he saw his wife being kinder to Little Yan. Then, he carried his hoe and went to the field to get rid of weeds.

As for Gu Moli, after she had her breakfast, she entered the westside room and tidied all her stuff before bringing them to the eastside room. 

In her mind, there was only one night left, so she might as well cram in the eastside room. She wasn't going t ...

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