The Mustard Family -- Postcard Stories

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"Eat your food, dì di, otherwise you'll go hungry tonight. I do not need another evening listening to you lamenting about your unfilled stomach."

"I don't like liángpí, jiě."

"Would you prefer to peck at the straw like the chicks? Do not be foolish."

"You are not my grandmother! Save your wisdom for prayer. Are you going to help mā in the field tomorrow? Surely you want to escape the regime of thankless labour." Renshu peered at his sister through short eyelashes, analyzing her expression.

"You misuse the word 'regime', dì di. Our parents request our help in order to supply us with rations. Without them, we wouldn't survive."

"I must demand atonement—my hands are not dexterous enough to put on my own clothing in the morning, let alone sign forms of consent to form a worker's union. You constantly adhere to the practices of mā and bà, but never use your own skills to demand equitable dividends. You are nothing more than the straw hat affixed to their head if you do not give value to your work."

Shuang laughed, catching a chick and cupping it close to her chest. "Perhaps you should reassess your situation, Renshu. I care enough about my hands to not wish the switch upon them."

"If I must fight for freedom through pain, jiě, I shall. When we age, you shall realize that the greatest pleasures in life came from liberty, not obedience."

"When I am older and carrying a child on each hip, mā and bà shall praise me and provide care and shelter for my children and I. No good comes from cynicism, dì di."

"Let us make a bet, jiě. Should you regret the chains of the back-aching agricultural lifestyle, you will aid me in my quest to overthrow this autocratic dominion."

Shuang set the chick down on her brother, where it proceeded to defecate its fear on his lap.

"Accepted. If not, you are to share the income of the farm when you inherit it, wherein my family and I will be provided for. I expect thirty percent for ownership, twenty percent for manual labour, and will charge interest on late dues. This is, by the way, legally binding."

"And if I do not inherit the farm?"

"You're my slave for a week—no, a month. That includes cleaning my room."

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Shuang stumbled as she walked, the basket of rapeseed bouncing in her arms. Regaining her posture, she sat next to the dog, searching the distance for whatever was capturing the animal's attention. "What might you be looking at, my friend?"

The dog's ear twitched, but his focus remained on the water.

"Sir, might I request a moment of your time? It is rather rude to ignore someone when they are speaking to you."

The dog sighed and rolled his eyes. "Children. They think everyone in the world owes them something."

Shuang's cheeks flushed red in indignation. "You dare patronize me? I must say, your fluffy coat demonstrates a suckling who is newly parted from its mother!"

The dog growled, "You must be unfamiliar with the aging of dogs. In your human years, I am double your own age."

"Have you been on your own so long that you have forgotten the way of the world? Your deplorable mortality does not change the orbit of the sun, nor the turning of the planet. And," Shuang added, a smug smile lurking at the edge of her lips, "the fish in the water that has so transfixed you is the tetraodontidae, known to you commoners as a pufferfish. You may devour it if you wish to die slowly."

The dog grunted with chagrin, placing one stone-slimed paw into Shuang's hand. "You are cleverer than I had initially thought. You may call me Shenshi."

"Shenshi? A peculiar name, considering you are no gentleman. But, as a lady, I shall forgive your discourtesies. I am Shuang. Would you like a sprig of mustard flowers?"

Hiding the drool gushing from his jaws the best he could, Shenshi flicked his tail dispassionately. "If you desired to rid yourself of a surplus, I would be magnanimous enough to accede."

"Save your gilded words for another time. My father expects me home with the harvest, and I would best not tarry. Unless you wish to accompany me?"

Shenshi's eyes reflected her sequestered elation. He stretched, sharpening his ragged toenails on the rock. "Very well, but simply because I cannot stand another minute near these cold-blooded philistines."

"Excellent. The chickens will make exemplary sleeping companions for you. Perhaps they could even provide an example. After all, they only consume their own ordure five times a day."

The dog barked in distaste. "Ironically, that is an improvement from my former associates—a pair of libertarians."

"The horror! You can join me in abhorring the capitalistic beliefs of my brother, then."

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"Perhaps your brother is right, Shuang. Your hands bleed on the dry rapeseed stems and your feet erode into stumps on the walk home. With freedom, we would make our own hours."

Shuang pressed her chapped lips together, wincing as she yanked a thorn from her foot. "You have spent but a year with us, and Renshu has already coerced you with his lackadaisical dreams and apocryphal beliefs of organization. If we all lived like Renshu wishes, people would starve from their laziness and humanity would collapse. Jobs must be assigned in order to maintain stability, like an ant colony."

Shenshi licked her foot in an uncharacteristic display of affection, wiping the dirt and blood from her calloused skin. "In the grand scheme of things, I agree that our current governmental system has its benefits. However, Shuang, there is no harm in thinking selfishly. You are not an ant to be quashed under the foot of aristocrats born into a higher status. Your work ethic is commendable and it seems more appropriate for the estate to pass on to you rather than Renshu."

Shuang reached behind her, unwinding a rapeseed flower from the bunch and giving it to Shenshi. "It is not the country's laws that prevent this from occurring, Shenshi, but the infernal patriarchy and traditional expectations. I've matured into a young woman of five and mā and bà have conversed about possible matches in order to pass me off to another family. A shame that after thousands of years of evolution, over half of our species is treated inferiorly. In the Western countries, they claim to have rights for women, due to more equitable wages and fewer gender criteria. However, Westerners are simply experts at hiding the voices of women who feel unsafe walking the streets alone, the overbearing sexualisation and preposterously specific expectations. Mā's generation may have bound their feet in cloth, but today's women do the same in stiletto high heels. They claim we are the weaker sex, and yet it is I who comes home each day with an aching body and basket full of produce, not my brother."

"I cannot explain the asinine nature of humans, my dear Shuang. Perhaps I speak out of place, but my hypersensitive eardrums detect a child coveting the urban life. I would not mind departing for the city—a particularly pungent marmot told me that they have dog cafés there!"

Shuang adjusted the straps of her basket before standing, a grim expression on her face. "They are not the sort of cafés that serve rawhide bones, my friend. You are far safer in the country, boring as it might be."

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"An entire day wasted," Shenshi grumbled, feet skidding on the river's surface. "Your new brother is a poor work substitute for Renshu—at least that one can last an hour without soiling his underwear. He produces the foulest odours, wails without cause, and thinks my tail is a toy to be played with. Worst of all, he is unable to communicate in any way. Why would your parents produce a non-sentient nitwit if he can't even contribute to the household?"

"He managed to pick some berries," Shuang offered, dubious. "I must concur, I was dismayed when mā and bà announced the conception to Renshu and me. Of course, now I understand that my arms alone cannot take care of the farm when they expire. The advantages are that he is a boy who can inherit the farm. His physical strength will be an asset as well."

"I shall not let you forget the multifarious disadvantages, my dear. He is a boy, true, and able to inherit the farm—your rightful farm, might I add. But he is still a pup, and will be useless until at least two years of age. The first has already been a headache. He ought to have been in your mother's care rather than yours. This arrangement of yours makes me somewhat cantankerous, I confess. In times like these, I converse with Renshu."

"Rue the day Shenshi allows himself to be seen to speaking with the common rabble!" Shuang laughed, legs shaking as she attempted to steady herself on the rocks.

"You jest, indubitably. If the hare living beneath the hay caught glimpse of me expending my time on a democrat, the calumny would be irrepressible!" Shenshi peered at the baby from the corner of his eye. "We shall raise him communist, I expect? Unless you prefer to have someone to share repartees."

The baby grabbed a fistful of Shuang's hair, tugging the pigtails as though they were reins on a horse. Shuang gently unwound his fingers and pulled him around to her hip, bouncing him with the last strength her arms could offer. "This one might grow into a simpleton, but it is up to the loyal simpletons to bring power to the astute. Now, let us journey forth before I wither where I stand."

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"I am pleased that you finally understand the value of hard work, dì di. What is your motivation—the clarity of communism or the impending threat of our brother?"

Renshu rested his head on his sister's leg, tired from a rare day of work. "Neither. Mā and bà have promised the land to our brother. He is three years old, unfamiliar with our sociopolitical situation and can't string together a complete sentence. Of course our parents would choose the family dimwit. Even Shenshi would be better suited to run an estate."

"A pity, true, because I have fufilled my end of our bet."

"Might you refresh my memory of this supposed deal, jiě?"

"When we were three, you claimed that I would become fed up with our governmental system and rebel against our parents. To this day, I can attest to my devotion to the farm."

"Yes, I recall that now. It's unfortunate that I cannot fufill my end of our arrangement. In order to satisfy the requirement, I propose that, in two years time, we overthrow the bureaucracy of our parents and claim the farm for our own. You can manage the finances and labour, I will communicate with the supply companies, Shenshi can help with planning the harvest and our brother can use his friendly demeanour to attract potential clients. What say you, jiě?"

Shuang sighed, twiddling the rapeseed in her hands. "I can only blame myself for your fanciful ideas, dì di. After all, what sister would allow her brother to propose a plan without details? There are labourers on the farm, legal loopholes, and conformists to deal with."

"No need to worry. You may have observed Shenshi and I conversing in increasing frequency over the years. We have been concocting a foolproof scheme, agonising over each if and but until we've ironed the plan to perfection. Shuang, we have been connected from our conception in utero to this moment, eight years later. You must trust me. The plan will suceed, but not without your help. I will ask you once more, jiě jie—will you help Shenshi and I in our coup d'état?"

Shuang took a steadying breath, tearing soft rapeseed petals away from their stem. A moment passed and perspiration dotted Renshu's caramel skin. Shuang dropped the rapeseed into the stream, watching her hard work float away. "Very well. But only on the condition that you identify as socialist and not liberal, or—curse my lips for even uttering it—conservative. Regarding my managemental position, I'd prefer to have more power. I'll relocate into the city, start our own business and make more profit by selling our supplies directly—are you listening?"

Renshu was standing, apparent giddiness plastered across his face. He gave her an awkward, unreturned hug. "You want all that power? And you call yourself a communist."