Chapter 4: Inquiries and the Great Yong Dynasty

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the large rooster outside the window let out its second loud crow. Suddenly, with a sharp “whoosh,” a worn-out cloth shoe flew through the air and landed squarely on the roof of the chicken coop.

A muffled thud followed, and then came his mother’s piercing scolding:
“Crow, crow, crow! Damn you, wretched rooster! You’re so annoying! If you crow again tomorrow, I’ll chop you up and stew you!”

The world instantly fell silent.

Beside him, Tiger Girl, sprawled out in a deep sleep, heard only the words “stewed meat.” Like a hook, those words yanked her awake from her light dozing.

The little girl rolled upright, her hair tousled in wild disarray, her dark, glossy eyes wide and round as she eagerly looked toward the doorway:
“Mom! Meat? Are we eating meat?”

Her mother, Zhao, was hopping on one foot, searching for the other shoe. Hearing this, she rolled her eyes dramatically and snapped:
“Eat, eat, eat! You only think about eating! Were you a hungry ghost in your past life? You treat the word ‘meat’ like it’s sweeter than your own mother!”

She was too tired to bother with the little glutton’s gleaming eyes. Finally slipping on one shoe, she hobbled off, grumbling as she went to retrieve the shoe that had been thrown outside.

His father, Wang the Butcher, had woken as well and sat up silently, beginning to tidy up.

Wang Wei—though he was now growing accustomed to calling himself Wang Sanniu—was also awake. His mind was still foggy, but the conversation his parents had about “studying” the night before had been seared into his heart like a branding iron, filling him with newfound energy.

Soon, his mother stormed back in, carrying the very shoe that had “attacked” the rooster, with a few feathers stuck to its sole.

Seeing that the two little ones on the kang were both awake, she said nothing but reached down, scooping up Wang Sanniu and Tiger Girl under her arms like picking up chicks, and strode straight outside.

“Stand still!” she ordered, setting the two children down. Swiftly, she scooped a bucket of icy well water into a wooden basin and grabbed a coarse towel.

Wang Sanniu barely felt the rough cloth swiped twice over his face, the icy droplets and the prickly scratch of the rough fabric enough to finish the wash.

Tiger Girl’s face was twisted as her mother’s large hands scrubbed vigorously, her teeth clenched, but she dared not utter a sound.

Elsewhere, Wang Jinbao, his father, picked up a hoe from the corner and silently began to weed the small vegetable patch in the yard.

The hoe felt light in his hands. With each stroke, the roots and dirt were upturned.

Several early-rising chickens and ducks clucked and quacked as they pecked at the worms and insects disturbed from the freshly loosened soil.

From the kitchen came the clatter of pots and pans. Sister-in-law Liu was already preparing breakfast. Before long, the meal was set on the sturdy wooden table in the center of the yard.

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