‘Is Lianmei married too?’ asked Pingmei. ‘She had an older sister whose husband wasn’t poor but turned out to have a violent temper and would give her terrible beatings twice a week or more. One time he bust her forehead open and she ran home to her family and didn’t go back for ages. That was the sister who tried to make a match for Lianmei,. She who said to her, “Haven’t you taken enough beatings yourself? Do you need me to make up the numbers?” She was determined not to get married, saying that when a woman married, if she didn’t get beaten up she’d be reduced to poverty; if she wasn’t reduced to poverty she’d get beaten up, either way it was a sorry state to be in….’
As Pingmei spoke she bowed her head and stared at the floor, sunk in her memories.
‘… I’d like to see them,’ she said after a while, looking up. ‘Could I?’
‘That’s difficult! Apart from you, it’s not easy to see anyone from our old crew!’
Yuxiang nipped out the flame of his cigarette with his fingers, then flung the butt forcefully to the ground.
‘… Then there’s Xiumei, her husband died and she started living with a man….’
‘Oh!’ Pingmei sighed. ‘And now?’
‘What do you think? She was disowned by her family….’