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Last night, the pseudo-village chief Qin Sanye lay in bed unable to fall asleep. My heart felt like a big stone was being pressed against me, and my nostrils felt like cotton balls were stuffed into them. Mr. Qin sat up upset and sighed, but he still felt stuffy and short of breath. The Japanese had finally paid all the food supplies, but the Xizhuang Fort Security Team sent another order for 3,000 jins of grain. Among these 3,000 jins of grain, there was also 1,000 jins of white flour. Seeing that Mr. Qin tore the list into pieces, he cursed in his heart, you idiots want to eat white flour too? I don't even want to ask you, Mr. Qin's family is almost out of food. Damn Li Heidan, you are picking on the weak.
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