Chapter Three: Going Too Far

The next day, at dawn, the mother dog Ah Huang at the second corner house on the east side of the village began howling loudly. Da Hei, ignoring their brotherly bond, got up and eagerly ran off to find some fun.

Without his natural warm pillow, Li Yanqing abruptly woke from deep sleep. At that moment, his father also got up and left the house.

Li Yanqing’s mind was still foggy. He vaguely sensed his father pushing the wheelbarrow borrowed last night from Madame Hu’s house as he walked out. In his memory, his father usually left before dawn, but today seemed a bit late.

“Qing’er, I have some business in town today and won’t be back by noon. There are a few vegetable buns in the pot; heat them up and eat by yourself.”

“Got it!”

Li Yanqing mumbled a response and turned over to sleep again.

But after only a short nap, he dreamed he was tied to a chair, while his father sat opposite him, happily enjoying a feast but refusing to free him. Startled, he woke up, finally realizing his stomach was growling with hunger.

He got up and was surprised to see sunlight streaming through the treetops, brightening the once damp and dim room.

It was the first time in ten days the sun had come out. Li Yanqing cheered and leapt from the kang, running barefoot outside. Golden sunlight flooded the yard, birds chirped joyfully in the tall trees, and the air, cleansed of its usual damp chill, felt fresh and warm, tinged with the scent of earth.

Taking in several deep breaths of the warm air, Li Yanqing reluctantly returned to the room. The door to the side chamber was ajar, revealing the unfinished earth pit in the corner. Only then did he realize that the reason his father said he had business today was to enroll him in school.

In truth, Li Yanqing wasn’t very interested in attending school. He imagined a rural classroom where villagers pooled money to hire a winter-warmed teacher with a goatee, leading a group of kids in nodding off while reciting the Four Books and Five Classics all day. Li Yanqing doubted the teacher was any better than himself.

What annoyed him more was that his father had paid ten strings of cash for tuition—money painstakingly earned and saved, the equivalent of many delicious syrup pancakes. Li Yanqing sighed and stuffed a few vegetable buns from the cracked pot into his belly.

Just then, a cheerful voice came from outside, “Xiao Qing’er, slow down! The road is slippery; don’t fall.”

Soon after, a little girl with braided pigtails bounced into the yard. “Second Brother, Grandma and I came to see you!”

The sunlight seemed to pierce Li Yanqing’s chest, warming his heart instantly.

“I’m here! Ah, wait a moment...” He ran into the yard but hurriedly turned back to put on his shoes—and pants.

The little girl, dressed in a floral jacket, giggled while covering her mouth. “Grandma, Second Brother isn’t wearing pants—his little bare bottom is showing!”

After a long pause, Li Yanqing blushed and shuffled out awkwardly, realizing he had foolishly run out without pants.

The grandmother and granddaughter in the yard were his neighbors: Madame Hu and her granddaughter Hu Qing’er. Madame Hu used to raise many chickens but now only had two hens left because a pack of weasels had invaded the village.

Thanks to Da Hei catching the weasels one by one, Madame Hu liked him a lot and often gave him some scraps.

The three-year-old Hu Qing’er, though only two by Li Yanqing’s reckoning, was smart and lively, with a rosy apple-like face. She loved playing with Li Yanqing. Although her mother worried she might become a silly girl and forbade her from visiting others, Madame Hu liked Li Yanqing and always brought her granddaughter over, often bringing snacks for Li Yanqing.

Madame Hu pulled a warm boiled egg from her basket and handed it to Li Yanqing with a kind smile. “Just boiled it, eat quickly.”

“Thank you, Grandma!”

Li Yanqing took the egg a bit shyly and slipped it into his pocket.

Madame Hu smiled, gently patting the back of his head. “What’s the matter? Still reluctant to eat?”

“Second Brother, eat quickly! After you finish, I have another one,” Hu Qing’er said with a cheeky grin, handing him the second egg.

Li Yanqing peeled the shell and ate the egg slowly, feeling his nose tingle. He had been unusually sentimental these past few days.

“Second Brother, tell me more stories! Did the Red Boy catch Tang Monk in the end?”

“All right! I’ll continue,” Li Yanqing said, pulling Hu Qing’er to sit on the doorstep as he resumed the story of Sun Wukong’s battle with the Red Boy. But soon, a troubling thought crossed his mind.

He patted Hu Qing’er’s hand. “Second Brother needs to ask Grandma something. We’ll continue the story later.”

“What does Brother Qing want to ask?”

“Grandma, does my father owe a lot of debt?”

His father’s muttering last night had revealed one reason for their hard life: his father had debts to repay.

Madame Hu sighed. “Your father owes a huge sum to Master Li. When your mother passed away, they bought a burial plot, coffin, and held the funeral. I heard it cost five hundred strings of cash, all borrowed from Master Li. That’s why your father went to take care of Master Li’s horses—to repay the debt. Sometimes he also goes to the county to copy books for the printing house to earn money. He’s both father and mother, raising you alone for four years—it’s truly not easy.”

Li Yanqing fell silent, confused why his father, a member of the Li clan, had to work as a servant. Now he understood. Thinking about how his father had only managed to save ten strings of cash after all these years, while five hundred strings remained far beyond reach, he felt a heavy weight.

Madame Hu looked at the unfortunate boy with sympathy. Five hundred strings! With interest every year, they would never clear that debt in their lifetime.

She didn’t understand why a funeral would cost so much—most poor families could never save that much. But she never asked, knowing there must be more to the story.

Nearby, little Hu Qing’er raised her rosy face and said, “Grandma, let’s help Second Brother pay the debt!”

Madame Hu affectionately stroked her granddaughter’s pigtails. “Silly child, we couldn’t pay that much even if we wanted to.”

Just then, the yard gate slammed open. Hu Qing’er’s father, Hu Da, came in carrying someone covered in blood.

“Daddy!”

Li Yanqing suddenly stood up, recognizing the person Hu Da carried—his father, Li Daqi.

“Brother Qing, help get your father inside! I’ll go fetch the doctor!”

“No need, I’m fine...” Li Daqi’s breath was weak.

Li Yanqing hurried forward to support his father, who had bloodshot eyes, a chest stained with blood spots, blood at the corners of his mouth, and a pale face.

“Uncle, what happened to my father?”

“Bring him inside first, then we’ll talk.”

The three of them struggled to get Li Daqi onto the kang. Li Daqi exhaled deeply. “Luckily, I wasn’t beaten to death. Li Daqi is still alive.”

“My goodness, he even vomited blood. Who could be so cruel?” Madame Hu angrily asked her son.

“It was Liu, the steward, and his men who beat him. No one knows why. I heard they even took Daqi’s money.”

A rush of hot blood surged to Li Yanqing’s head. Without a word, he turned and ran outside.

Li Daqi panicked and said with difficulty, “Da Lang, stop him! He’s still just a child!”

Hu Da rushed out after him and saw Li Yanqing come out of the woodshed holding a sharp firewood knife. He stepped forward and grabbed him around the waist. “Are you crazy? Put the knife down!”

Li Yanqing struggled fiercely. “Let me go! I’m going to kill that bastard!”

Hu Da was incredibly strong—able to wrestle a whole ox—and no one within a hundred miles could match him. Yet he felt he might barely hold this boy; Li Yanqing had never had such strength before, which alarmed him.

But Li Yanqing was still young, and Hu Da wrested the knife from his hands, pressing down heavily on his shoulders. Looking into his eyes, he said, “A gentleman takes revenge, but ten years later is not too late. A true man never acts on impulse. Understand?”

The hot fury gradually ebbed from Li Yanqing’s head, but the hatred in his eyes deepened. He silently nodded and turned back to Madame Hu. “Grandma, please take Qing’er home first. She’s still too young.”

Hu Qing’er, stunned, heard Second Brother say she should go home, and she pouted. “I’m not going back!”

Madame Hu suddenly remembered something, slapping her forehead. “Oh, my memory! There’s medicine at home for wounds. Qing’er, come with Grandma to get it.”

Despite her reluctance, little Hu Qing’er was taken away by her grandmother. Li Yanqing calmed down and said to Hu Da, “No matter what, I have to get the money back. That was Dad’s hard-earned savings. They can’t just take it.”

“Don’t try to get it back!” Li Daqi struggled to the door, leaning on the frame and gasping. “Da Hei bit his son—that’s why we paid him for medical expenses.”

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