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... then turned to look at Zhang Defa, walked up to him, spat at him, and scolded him angrily, "Zhang Dagou, do you think all the adults in my Li family are dead? An ungrateful dog thing, bullying a child is nothing.

   Only my lard-hearted brother will believe you and think you are his good brother! I bother! The old lady tells you to return my nephew's things immediately. If you dare not, the old lady will go to the yamen to sue you for being ungrateful, embezzling orphans and widows, and ...

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