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... cold; sitting in the carriage makes it difficult to open one's mouth. The cold wind blows through Zhang Guofu's thin jacket; he shivers tightly, huddled up, bitterly focused on driving the carriage. For years, no one has planted trees along the road. Looking around, besides the harvested fields, all you see are patches of yellow grass. Along the road, except for the carriage, we haven't encountered anyone.
There's also a middle-aged man wearing patched clothes on the carriage. He is the ...
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