"Zhang Xiang, I hurriedly learned a bit of Kunshan dialect a while ago. When I went to the silk workshop, I thought of a few words and made up a "Textile Daughter Sigh." Sing on the street."

Wu Datou hugged Sanxian and said with a smile.

After so many years, this prestigious number one red thief, a master of folk art propaganda, and a golden sign of the Ming army, has actually continued to improve himself.

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