In Xiangzhang Village, in the bamboo forests all over the mountains, the figures of children shuttle dexterously.

From time to time, there was the rustle of bamboo falling to the ground and the laughter of children.

One by one, the stout bamboo poles were transported to the open space of the commune.

There was already an old man who had leg problems but could still hold a knife.

The round bamboo poles turned into thin bamboo strips in their hands.

And the bamboo strips, distributed to

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