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

Then she asked me coldly, “You are a Stinking Old

Ninth, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am,” I grumbled.

The woman before me became so stiff in her

manner that she looked like a judge questioning a

criminal. I was not happy with the question she had

asked me at all. Surely my relative would have

already told her that I was a Stinking Old Ninth. She

should know that very well. However she had put

forward that question. What was she going to do with

me?

“Fuck his mother! I ‘ve seen a dozen Stinking

Old Ninths already. You are the thirteenth. Fuck his

mother! Why do I have such bad luck?”

Now it dawned on me why she was alone. She

was a shrew! She spoke dirty languages at will, like a

hoodlum! As a girl, she cursed harshly and I couldn’t

help but feel shameful for her. At this moment, she

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