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After the rain stopped, a few strong men from the village were organized to dig up the body. The person had already passed away, and Lin Daya's father still held the rope of the ox tightly in his hand.,yuan not only was greedy and lazy, he also wasn't clean. He wouldn't even touch anything big. All he did was steal a few scallions from one neighbor, a few cloves of garlic from another, and some vegetables from other people's gardens.,Another bolt of lightning split the sky. By its light, I seemed to see something on my wrist. I touched it. It was the souvenir I bought when I went to Mount Wutai!。