There are young people, healthy figures, holding spears jumping into the cold water. The drab, tin-gray scale, round like a carp, squirmed around in a net, curled up on small and long spears. After each batch of nets, the fish boats swam to the dock, the Han soldiers who received the fish always shouted and whipped at the miserable fishermen. FISHING CROCS SHOES CROCBAND. Nearby, a crowd of people stood, gathered together, the Han valedictorian said something to them. Those are the boat owners and those who let go of the array were retained by the Han post to control and collect taxes.
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