Under the window was a kang (a traditional Chinese heated bed), and the bedding on it hadn't been washed in ages. It was lumpy and had a strange smell.,According to my memory, I came to the outer room and lifted the lid of the rice jar next to the stove, peering inside.,Silly Zhu, Xu Damao, the three masters of the front, middle, and back courtyards, and that scoundrel Jia Zhangshi.。