Xia Tian walked into the courtyard carrying seven or eight pounds of grass carp. Yan Bugui stood in front of the screen wall with his eyes glued to the fish. Grandpa was gone and his parents were in the army and could not see each other three times in more than ten years. I guard this vegetable garden, with cucumber vines climbing over the shelves and tomatoes glowing red - this yard is big enough for me to grow my own life, and I stew the fish myself and don't give it away.
What is the situation? You are the leader, right?
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