The so-called prosperity of this country is probably only that two-thirds of the people have enough to eat and clothe themselves. The productivity is quite low. For Fei Xuan, a hedonistic modern man, this is a tragedy. In fact, the tragedy is yet to come. When Fei Xuan saw the so-called house assigned to them, it was a big mess! Do you remember Du Fu's "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind"? Do you remember Liu Yuxi's "Inscription on a Humble Room"? Those are nothing, they are all clouds, the place I want to live in is the reality! Fei Xuan's heart is already full of guilt, your sister! Who cares about crossing this area? ! Brother, I want to go home! ! ! Wuwuwuwu~~~~~~, you don't want to play tricks like this. Du Fu's thatched hut has several layers of thatch flying around on the roof. Dear, did he write about the walls? Brother, my so-called thatched house has no roof at all. There are only 6 thick bamboo poles inserted deeply into the ground and dozens of green bamboos scattered on the ground.~(>_
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