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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)

speaking, was good. Every month I would post one

third of my salary to my mother. Then I would

deposit one third of it in the bank. I only kept the rest

for food. I ate in the dining hall and would change

money into the vouchers for food. I only kept a small

sum of cash in my pocket. When I got to the train

station, I found in my pocket only five yuan. That

was far from enough to buy a ticket to the town

where Black Peony was in.

I looked around and slipped into the train station.

Inside, I found there were many goods trains there. I

checked them one after another. About one hour later,

I found one to the north. It was a coal train. I climbed

into a carriage with less coal and lay down. I waited

to be driven away. I was lying on the coal, watching

the sky. I didn’t know when the train would leave. I

was tired. Soon I had fallen asleep. When I woke up,

it was daybreak. I had slept the whole night. I felt a

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