Large steamed dumplings with zucchini filling. Dipped only in vinegar, not soy sauce, and served with garlic, they were savory and delicious.
While the three of them ate, skidders would occasionally return. Following the instructions Zhao Jun had given them that day, they came to the shack one by one to report in.
Zhang Xuefeng jotted down their numbers and how many logs they had brought back. The skidders stopped returning after seven o'clock.
Elder Yang waited until after seven-thirty before leaving the shack to lock the main gate of the Logging Camp.
Once the old man returned, the three of them extinguished the lamp and went to sleep.
Zhao Jun slept until he heard a noise. He opened his eyes and saw Elder Yang getting dressed and climbing off the kang bed. Zhao Jun reached under his pillow, took out the watch he had borrowed from Zhao Youcai, and looked at it. It was already 3:08 in the morning.
