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The mountain road is rugged.
Uncle kitchen knife came from far and near with a load of firewood.
I saw a little ass dug out of the bushes, and the cloth was so dirty that it turned gray with two holes missing. I shook my head.
Little ass's owner is a little beggar in the village below. He has been begging for a living since he was a little above the knee of an adult. During the war in recent years, the government always collected money from the village, and the villagers were hungry and did not have enough to eat. Few people have leftovers for him to eat, so he often goes to the mountains to dig roots and occasionally meets sweet potatoes.
People in the village call him Little Potato, because he has never taken a bath. He almost grew up in the soil, just like a potato.
Watching uncle kitchen knife go away, small potatoes climbed out of the bushes, and five or six sweet potato heads were stuffed in the tattered coat, giggling.
He found licorice and dead branches, lit them with stones, and strung the sweet potatoes to smoke. Soon, the air was filled with the fragrance of sweet potatoes.
Little potato licked his tongue, holding a big taro, and was about to have a big meal. The screaming came from the Woods behind.
A boy who is still very childish said, "Arjun, do you smell that?"
A female voice said, "It smells like sweet potato!"
Following his words, a pair of boys and girls emerged from the bushes. Although their clothes are torn, they look like ...
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