The woman leaned over to her son, whispered a word toward the door, and then brought to the table the freshly cooked vegetables and four steamed buns.,Outside the village, on the embankment of a canal, three teenage boys were beating up a thin boy of thirteen or fourteen.,Chen Dahui let out a cold snort and kicked the sodden Nian on the ground. "This bad omen is probably pretending to be dead, Erhe, Sanhe, keep beating him."。