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The autumn morning was always a little chilly, and the autumn wind was blowing on her body, making her feel a little cold in the thin snow. She moved her wrist, spat twice into her palm, rubbed it, and gripped the hatchet. In fact, her palm was dry and she didn't drool at all. When she saw other people doing heavy work, she thought that she could be considered a laborer now, just like that