She was very friendly, and told me all about the shaggy whiskers of the village schoolmaster. He has a plan for the blood-stained paper parcel he found in his mailbox this morning. He has really thought it through. And as I listened to her, I wondered how he might survive in a worldwide economic collapse. But I realized that in China, some farmers reside in the cradle of tragedy.
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