Potato Tales

    Translating novels one potato at a time.

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    “That day, I had gone to the old forest in the neighboring county to cut wood, when all of a sudden, I heard the sound of a baby
    crying.” “Following the cries, I found this child.” “At the time, he was only this big.” As he spoke, Carpenter Zhao held out both hands, indicating a size roughly half that of a pillow. “The child had been abandoned. I, Old Zhao, had no descendants of
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