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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.,"Apprentice, apprentice, three years of servitude," these words are not just idle chatter.,As he swallowed the congee, Li Yuan looked up at the sky where three suns and four smaller ones were blazing red. He almost cried.。