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... i finished calculating the morning’s transactions, held his waist and complained:
"Day after day, it’s exhausting.
Being a steward for a year only earns thirty taels of silver.
No hope for the future, dad."
The old man sitting in the rocking chair with his eyes closed, as if too lazy to bother with his unambitious son, said lightly:
"Don’t like leisure? That’s great, I can send you to the Black Water River to be a fisherman.
Three days of fishing, ...
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