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

“Everybody calls me by it. I’m used to it.”

He laughed. At 6pm, a sumptuous dinner was

prepared. The regimental commander invited us to

the feast. It was in the regimental commander’s

living room, which was about thirty square meters.

There were only a bed and a table in it. In the middle

of the room was a large table. On top of it lay plenty

of delicacies. When we were led into the room, we

saw the regimental commander and three junior

officers sitting there. As soon as they saw us, they

stood up to welcome us. They seemed overly

enthusiastic. The junior officers were asked to help

entertain us. As soon as the feast began, they

immediately stood up to propose toasts to Xi Si. Xi

Si never drank. She couldn’t stand liqueur. She

refused to drink, but they urged her to drink again

and again. Sometimes they chanted rhymes to urge

her to drink, such as when one drinks with a bosom

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