A gust of wind blew. I deeply felt the meaning of the wind blowing the crotch of my pants. "Old Zamao, return the labor clothes!" I said angrily. The old man tossed for a long time, threw my clothes on the ground, and said very unpleasantly, "Boy, where did you put the cigarette?" I sneered: "You give me back the clothes first, isn't it just one...

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