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... le would be tired after sitting for a whole night but Tang Can was different. He felt refreshed and energized, as if he had slept the entire night.

After a brief moment, the branch secretary came over with a bunch of the villagers. Most of the villagers that came with him were men.

Shen Yu was familiar with the rural customs. Although they were currently in the southern part of the country, many of the traditions remained the same. All funerals required sacrifices and the pertine ...

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