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... ul dream to find herself still sleeping on a heap of firewood in the kitchen. He asked Wu Zhu, slightly angry.
Wu Zhu answered honestly, although his answer was odd to hear in this world: “What’s a ‘bullet’?”
Fan Xian couldn’t do anything about that, so he described to Wu Zhu the size and shape of a bullet, and how it was used. He then asked hopefully, “Uncle, you’ve seen my mother use them, right?”
Wu Zhu shook his head. “Like I said, I’ve forgotten certain things. ...
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