Traveling back in time to 1965, I was so hungry that I scratched my throat while chewing on my buns. The portable sign-in system is opened every month, and the number of rabbits in the Lingquan space has expanded three times, and the fruits and vegetables have grown like crazy. The subdistrict office had just completed the formalities, and I felt an extra ten pounds of meat stamps in my pocket - the system checked in again. From today on, I won't be hungry in the winter in Sijiu City.
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The younger brother of a fool, the grandson of a cage
The younger brother of a fool, the grandson of a cage