The stove was already lit. Aunt Liu washed and smashed the ginger and put it in the pot. Just then Zhao Ger came in. Learning that Meng Ruqing wasn't feeling well, he wanted to take him to town to see a physician. Meng Ruqing shook his head: "It's nothing serious. Some ginger tea will do. I've never seen anyone kill a pig—I'd like to watch."
Besides the butcher, Uncle Liu had called several men and women from the village to help. Fang Zichen loved sleeping in—everyone had arrived and he was still snoring in bed with the two children.
Meng Ruqing glanced a few times toward his room, then went to help Zhao Ger.