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... died of illness.
A few days after my grandmother’s funeral, that is, in late February, my grandfather went to work in the field and encountered wild boars trampling on the crops. In order to keep the hope of this year, he tried to drive the wild boars away but died. When the family found him, the old and emaciated corpse was curled up stiffly in the ground, most of its torso was eaten by wild boars, and its eyes were wide open in pain...
The successive blows cast a heavy cloud ...
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