Deep Murder
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As soon as the yellow leaves of the fallen "Phoenix" float, the weather becomes cooler. The men in Duling Village packed their belongings and went away to make money. The down-and-out chicken owner Guo Changlin had nowhere to go, so he drove his old cows to kill the land on the slope. The ground is narrow and narrow, not wide enough for a rake, and the cattle can barely get down on it. Once they reach the end of the field, the cattle cannot get back. He had no choice but to let the ox slowly jump down the field, plow back from the field, and then climb up the field with difficulty to plow... After repeating this cycle for several times, the big bullock, who could plow three acres of land a day without even taking a breath, was so exhausted by the three-point knife that he was covered in sweat and gasping for air with his mouth wide open. His whole body also seemed to fall apart, sore, painful and tired. "Boss Guo, I think you should stop plowing the fields and go to the coal mine with me! As long as you do it with Li Yuhong, I guarantee that you will make a fortune without any effort.
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