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folk record of exploring graves
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Categories: unapologetic
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The day I was born, my own mother died of hemorrhage; I was eighteen years old, my own father disappeared; my family opened a paper store, I could not easily find a family selling wreaths of his girlfriend, her father also looked down on me! The reason for this is one word: no money! But my father, a grave robber who digs up groundnut eggs, why would he have no money? In order to explore this reason, I also embarked on the road of digging groundnut eggs. What I didn't expect was that the road...