Northeastern Tiger Man: Our Village Has No Room for Idlers

[Stories from a Northeastern Village] [Absolutely Authentic and Down-to-Earth] [Read Between the Lines with Your Brain Switched On!]

Li Erhu returns to the land between the White Mountains and Black Waters. He has yet to go to prison, his parents can still make a racket, and she is still smiling sweetly.

Big, burly men who can collapse a heated brick bed, wives and sisters-in-law who can talk your ears red, and strapping fellows who hunt in the mountains...

On this beloved black soil, the snowy wilderness slowly lets me lie down