"How did Uncle Wang die?" Chen Shi asked.

"One year, Uncle Wang was building a loft on top of his original small building. At that time, Uncle Wang had just paid off all his debts. I asked him where the money for building had come from. He smiled and said that he had borrowed it, but it didn’t matter, since he will have the money soon. The two rice collectors came that evening and entered Uncle Wang’s house. I saw the three of them standing on the unroofed top of the building talking. I didn’t know what they were talking about. Anyway, Uncle Wang got more agitated as he talked. When I was sleeping later, I heard a loud bang. I thought that someone’s cured pork had been blown down by the wind. However, early the next morning, the villagers found that Uncle Wang had fallen to his death from the upstairs of his own house and the...