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Is a tea egg worth a thousand yuan? He Yaopo couldn't believe her ears. But this was what Jiang Po told her herself. Yesterday morning, He Yaopo went to the stall at the entrance of the station. As soon as she laid out the coal stove, the iron pot full of stewed soup, tea eggs and various snacks, she noticed that the expression of Jiang Po next to her was a little strange. Her eyes were shining like she had eaten too much ginseng and bird's nests, and her face was full of joy. She would put her head down and giggle a few times, like an old hen that had eaten free food from the house next door. He Yao Po thought that Jiang Po had probably encountered some happy event. Either her daughter, who was doing business in Hanzheng Street, Wuhan, had given birth to a grandson, or Jiang Po had won the lottery she bought.
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