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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.,"I don't." As soon as Zhao Jin'er finished speaking, her stomach grumbled twice in protest.。