
Three holes in the bottom row of rice sacks. The ledger says twenty days, but by my own scoop it comes to eleven, I tell you.
If it's eleven days, write eleven days.
I'll go over the ledger again myself.
I count every grain of rice and I carry every rumor. Both come out exactly right, I tell you.

Three holes in the bottom row of rice sacks. The ledger says twenty days, but by my own scoop it comes to eleven, I tell you.
Sliced radish into the porridge today and everyone laughed. A laughing face stretches the rice twice as far, I tell you.