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... ngong Anshan said: "Then give me fifty catties of first-class rice, and another ten catties of third-class rice."

   Forget it, buy it no matter how expensive it is.

  When the guy saw the money, he didn't care whether she could take it or not, so he hurriedly did so.

   Soon, the waiter put the rice in front of Nangong Anshan, "Guest officer, this is what you want."

   Nangong Anshan gave the money, carried the grain on her body, and walked out of the grain shop as l ...

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