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My family has been making coffins for people for generations, and people who die horizontally have to go through the hands of my grandfather and me. That day, Auntie Chun from the village asked me to go to the field to help her work, during which we went to the river to wash our hands, and Auntie Chun's foot was sprained, so I rubbed it for her. Perhaps the posture is a little ambiguous, so that the village gossip. Auntie Chun's man was killed by anger, and later, Auntie Chun also hanged on the acacia tree at the entrance of the village. When the village...