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396 pages, Paperback
First published June 1, 1999
The first day, they went to the riverbank outside Hanzhong Gate to take care of an immense mountain of bodies. He could not tell whether they had been burned to death or whether they had been set on fire after being killed, but almost all of them were charred. In most cases, it was impossible to identify their clothing, and the limbs of several of them were scattered about. The team transported the bodies to a vacant lot, divided them into four piles, and threw dirt over them, creating burial mounds instead of laying them in pits. However, even that first day's work left Cui physically and emotionally exhausted. When he pleaded that the work was impossible for him because his wounds had not completely healed, his supervisor offered to switch him to different work. He was transferred to the Jinhua Soy Sauce Factory (now the Nanjing Number Two Pharmaceutical Plant), located in Erdaogengzi, outside the city near Hanzhong Gate. But this was not easy work either. Inside the factory were four or five huge, metal soy sauce brewing vats, each 6 to 7 meters wide and 4 meters high, and every one of them was filled to the brim with bodies. Most of the bodies were upside down in the vats, with their feet in the air, and they needed to be transported to the burial grounds. The vats were equipped with ramp/ike, slanting ladders, and two workers climbed these ladders to carry one body at a time up and over the side. The bodies at the very bottoms of the vats were dragged up with fire hooks. Next to these large vats were about a hundred smaller bowl-shaped vats, each 1 meter deep and 1 meter across. There had also been bodies in these, but by the time Cui went to the factory, most of these had already been hauled away, and there were only a few left. Cui did not notice whether there was anyone counting and keeping track of the bodies.
He found himself unable to tolerate not only the hard labor of hauling bodies but also the strong stench of the death, the putrefaction, and the dirt. After only one day, he quit this job, too. Since the wage was 1 yuan per day, Cui received only 2 yuan for these two days of work.
In the meantime, Cui decided to lay in a stock of rice so that he could go into business for himself selling food. When he went to see if any rice had come into Xiaguan, he found that the railroad station had been burned, but someone he met there happened to tell him that there was supposed to be a shipment of rice arriving from Liuhe at Baota Bridge. Accordingly, he walked along the Yangtze to Baota Bridge, seeing masses of bodies on the way at Meitan Harbor. There was no rice at Baota Bridge, either, but along the river behind a meat processing plant was yet another immense heap of bodies. It was already March, the bodies had begun to decompose, and the stench followed Cui for nearly a kilometer. On the way home, he encountered four Japanese checkpoints, and at each one, he was forced to remove his cap and bow.