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At around six o'clock in the morning, Liu Guangdong stood on the scaffolding. Before the air has spread, they lie on the corner bricks lying quietly, covering the entire blue color, appearing as furry and solidified white, waiting for the warm power to drive them away. The plaster knife in Liu Guangdong's hand made a loud sound. He shouted to a group of people squatting in the corner lazily basking in the sun: Hey, hey, hey, mix the mortar quickly, pick up the mortar and throw the bricks up! The crowd trembled slightly, and Liu Guangdong saw a face move out of the crowd, lift it up, and smile charmingly at him. Jinhua, don't be like them and fetch water to mix the mortar, okay? Liu Guangdong returned a smile to that smiling face.
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