Down from the mountains and over the Cross-river Bridge, villagers came
with newly hatched chicks and ducklings in bamboo baskets, the first batch of
edible ferns picked by the small hands of children with smaller children on
their backs, deer that had not escaped the hunters’ buckshot and now came in
disjointed forms: antlers, hides, jerky, bucks’ members labelled as deer whips
and said to improve a man’s performance in his bedroom business.
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From The
Vagrants by Yiyun Li
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