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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9X0vjkFtKUIAsmwjF4bB5cOg2ys/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9X0vjkFtKUIAsmwjF4bB5cOg2ys/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-03T21:00:48.800+07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>How Much Is The Shoe?</title><link>http://enthenzhuo.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-much-is-shoe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (enthenzhuo)</author><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 07:00:08 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157426581485761197.post-815411438369829037</guid><description>During the Five Dynasties Period (907-960), there were Feng Yue and He Ning, who were both officers in the Zhong Shu Province.One day, Feng Yue asked He Ning, "I see that the shoe you're wearing is new. How much is it?"Knowing Feng Yue was impatient by nature, He Ning lifted his left leg very slowly and said, "900 coins."Feng Yue immediately turned to his staff and scolded them, "I asked you to
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