The second year of the big dream, mid-spring. Lu Pingdu requisitioned land to build civil engineering. The peasants have little to pay, and they can't, so they stay up all night.

When the day was ugly, a fire broke out, and the tent was burned. The people rushed out, three were injured and one was killed.

Or say, "The one who steals the soil steals me." "People are suspicious.

Then the rumor of the corpse was born, and the Internet was in an uproar. It's irrepressible and secretive.

A few days later, there was a detective who said: The evil merchant is a tiger, and the tun chief is a servant. As in the preface.

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When my friend Mr. Linfeng heard this, he wrote a poem and said:

Accustomed to swallowing blood,

It is common to smell and eat people.

Shandong burners,

It's not about loving smoke and dust.

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