The next morning, Chen Guihua, just as she had on the previous few days, took advantage of the faint dawn light when few people were about in the Quadrangle Courtyard.
Holding a battered chamber pot, she tiptoed out of her small room in the Middle Courtyard and made her familiar way toward the Deaf Old Lady's hut in the Back Courtyard.
She was still thinking about the small piece of rock candy the old lady had slipped into her hand yesterday; that little bit of sweetness made getting up early to serve people and empty chamber pots seem not entirely unrewarding.
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