"Quick, I'll start the fire, someone come and chop the ginger, we need to chop a lot since we're boiling several pots."
"Xiangqin, change out of your wet clothes first, I'll handle this."
"Get out of here, I'm tough, the fire's warm and won't make me cold."
"Brown sugar's here, make way, make way."
"Ouch, Sister, can you sweep the water at the doorway? It's too slippery, I twisted my ankle walking by, we don't want anyone else falling..."
"Xiao Lan, grab all the thermoses, I'll go borrow a few more."
"Sister Shumei, put on your raincoat!"
"Alright, alright, go back now, boil the soup until it's concentrated, everyone drinks a bowl first, no one complain about the spiciness."
"Shumei, I'll go too, you head east, I'll go west."
The Educated Youth Corps busily carried on, several girls hadn't stopped since they returned. In the front courtyard, two large iron pots were fired up, boiling brown sugar ginger water, filling both inside and outside with a sweet and spicy aroma.
