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... e river outside Wanzhou City.
Crack!
Ship master Chen Tuozi jabbed the ice layer seven or eight times with the tip of the pole, breaking the ice so that the small black canopy boat could barely squeeze into the dock.
The copper bell hanging at the bow of the ship had already frozen into an ice clump, but the cargo vendor Old Zhao's curses were more audible:
"Damn it, dog-fucking weather, it's been three days since the Waking of Insects, and the rope for my goods i ...
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