Yang Liying packed up her stall and went home, where she told Lin Lan, "There are more vendors out there now, so we have to make much more tofu pudding every day. I had your brother-in-law buy some bricks and tiles. We'll finish the surrounding wall and build an annex. From now on, we'll make the tofu at home."
Lin Lan didn't try to change her mind. She just nodded. "Okay. When the time comes, you can get coal from my place."
"Okay!" Yang Liying didn't stand on ceremony and readily agreed.
Early Sunday morning, after Lin Lan finished her deliveries and fed the pigs, she shouldered her back basket and headed toward the foot of the mountain.
As she neared the grass shed by the fishpond, she saw two furtive figures. The moment they saw her approaching, they ducked inside. One of them looked like that scumbag Liu Jinbao.
Lin Lan took her scythe out of the back basket and slowed her steps as she walked toward the shed.
