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"I don't know when I will be able to live in a big house." Zhang Dong spit out the grass in his mouth and sighed at the old scalper. It was very hot at noon. The sun hung motionless overhead, burning the grass. There was no wind, the air was stagnant, and there was not a ripple on the water. Zhang Dong led the old scalper and walked along the river. On the way back to the town, light blue smoke rose from the town, and the fragrance of rice and rape floated in the wind. Streets here are along the river, connected by streets and bridges, and the water town is integrated. Small bridges, people, the breeze is mixed with the fragrance of flowers, and wooden boats in the river slowly roll by. In the middle of the town is a huge ancient house with a deep courtyard. There are two domineering stone lions at the door. Zhang Dong led the cow to the back door of the big house and knocked lightly. "Uncle Huang, the cow is finished grazing. It has eaten a lot of grass today." Zhang Dong led the cow to the door of the big house and said to a middle-aged man, Take the cow to the cowshed and come here to get today's wages. Uncle Huang put two copper plates in Zhang Dong's hands. Thank you Uncle Huang, thank you Uncle Huang, Zhang Dong took the money and walked slowly on the street, Xiaodongzi, would you like some sesame cakes? They are so delicious. They only cost two copper coins. The owner of the sesame cake stall shouted to Zhang Dong, Dongzi, come and buy your Mom Zhang's steamed buns. They're delicious. I'll suffer a little loss. I'll sell you two steamed buns for two cents. How about that? Damn it, your old lady's buns are all leftover from sale. Dong, come and buy my sesame seed cakes. They are freshly baked and very fragrant. The street was noisy, and every stall owner was shouting about his business. It was very lively. No, no, Zhang Ma, I don't have money, how about I come and give you a taste? You boy, you are very smart, forget it, come on, borrow it, after that, Aunt Zhang threw the bun in her hand to Zhang Dong, Mom Zhang, thank you! It was so fragrant. Zhang Dong caught the buns and ate them while walking. Young man, can I trade nails with you for buns? A beggar sat under a bare tree and said to Zhang Dong, Zhang Dong turned around to look at the beggar. The beggar was wearing a shabby jumpsuit and was as skinny as a stick. His arms were exposed outside the clothes. His dirty and black face was covered with wrinkles and spots. The exposed parts of his legs were full of spots. His whole body exuded a foul odor. Zhang Dong looked at the old man and found that the beggar only had one eyeball. Free membership

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