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... ing village.
“My lord, please have mercy, my old wife is gravely ill and we are relying on these little grains to keep us alive!”
Under a dilapidated eave, an emaciated old farmer with white hair and wearing ragged clothes knelt on the ground, pleading desperately.
He used his withered arms to tightly hold the leg of a fat middle-aged man dressed in brocade robes in front of him.
He sobbed, “Please let us have some food for my two sons, who died because of the wor ...
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