Wang Jianguo pointed to an adobe house in the distance with a hurricane lamp glowing inside, its wick casting a warm, yellowish halo against the paper window.
"See that red five-pointed star? That's the Supply and Marketing Cooperative. Tomorrow, I'll take you there to trade your ration coupons for fruit drops."
Yang Huaiqing immediately bounced forward, the ice crystals on his eyelashes falling in a flurry:
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