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As I was riding on a bamboo raft, bad luck struck again. I missed a step and fell.,Zhao Jin'er was a little surprised. At fourteen years old, she had never seen any man in Meng Village speak their grievances to their wives. Her uncle, however, would punch his wife whenever they disagreed.,With such a gentle man, Zhao Jiner's shyness and fear subsided considerably. She raised her head to look at him.。