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After the rain stopped, a few strong men from the village were organized to dig up the body. The person had already passed away, and Lin Daya's father still held the rope of the ox tightly in his hand.,How lazy is this To the point where they can go a month without washing their face, because their complexion is already so dark that it wouldn't make a difference anyway. I flipped through the original owner's memories, trying to recall... When was the last time they actually washed their face,Lin Xi felt that she was possessed by the god of misfortune. After graduating from college and working hard for several years, she finally managed to make a name for herself in the workplace. She could look down on her junior colleagues in the new company, but unfortunately, she got transported to another time period.。