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Chapter Fifteen. Yimpang's Black Day |
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It was not far to Yimpang, and we could clearly see the village on one of the slopes to the north-east of Chingmei as we stood looking up the valley. The path led gently upwards through fields of Job's tears, interspersed with a particular species of high red millet, beans, oil-seeds, and tobacco. Rice grew only in small patches, and was considered such a delicacy that the successful harvester shared his crop among his friends in much the same way as he shared his much prized meat. |
