Fifty silver dollars.


Father reached out for the red bundle in the hollow of the wall with which he had took pain 

to locate blaming on his age for his forgetfulness. He poured out the contents on the kang

and fifty silver dollars were glittering under the ancient rays of the sun. I have never seen

so much money in my life.


Pocketing the silver dollars, he said, "Let's go, son."


"Go where, Dad?"

"Into town to buy bullets. It's time to settle scores with Pocky Leng."