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... hed the last eight thousand punches.
On this day, Chen Pingan stopped the last boxing pile and sat quietly at the table. He took out a green and lovely bamboo slip. Unlike other bamboo slips, he did not engrave a beautiful and beautiful poem, but Chen Ping’s calculation. Props, when 100,000 punches, 200,000, 500,000, are engraved with a rough process.
Chen Ping’s fingers stretched out and scrutinized the upper ones. Occasionally, there were counts of thousands of punches and even h ...
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