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In the early morning of late autumn, the mist had yet to dissipate entirely. Within Gailiu County town, wisps of smoke were already rising from hearths, and faintly, one could hear murmurs of voices.,Li Yuan's heart was filled with resentment, but his hands didn't dare to slow down. He could only sigh that he had "awakened" too late. When he woke up, he had already been "sold" to the "Blacksmith Shop".,All the apprentices dared not raise their heads, but their hands and feet moved even faster.。