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In the direction of the hoofbeats, there was an old horse worth nothing, with a young man on its back.,The farmer was about to smirk, even though he didn't even have a pair of shoes. After all, when it comes to "teasing," there aren't many rules.,Sarcasm turned to panic, the farmer cried out, as if he had seen some terrible contagious disease, some horrifying filth, and retreated again and again.。