The Death of Farmer Yan Part VIII
Shi Min Xie I did not think that there was an edge of the world, but there we were. Horse and I had walked to the part of the world where the sky…
February 2021
The Death of Farmer Yan Part VII
I woke up the next day on the temple’s cold, hard, floors. My partner and I had kept vigil at night, and somehow, we had fallen asleep. Every muscle in…
The Death of Farmer Yan, Part VI
Horse and I sat opposite each other at this long table. The prince sat to my right and the princess was on Horse’s left. The mood was sad and solemn,…
The Death of Farmer Yan, Part V
The funeral was to take place in the temple’s great hall. Monks were constructing a wooden platform to put my master’s body beneath it, with Master Yu giving directions. Some…
The Death of Famer Yan, IV
Nothing happened. Horse and I took a sip. It was sweet–perhaps a bit too sweet for me–but I saw that Horse enjoyed it. We waited for a while, and waited,…
The Death of Farmer Yan Part III
We found Prince Huang in the city. He was sitting in one of the inns, drinking wine. Horse and I bowed, and he gestured for us to sit. We did.…
The Death of Farmer Yan Part II
Horse and I turned to walk back to our master’s house. It was the same wooden house, and yet, everything had changed. Sadness enveloped it, or perhaps it was only…
The Death of Farmer Yan Part I–A Chinese New Year Murder Mystery
Horse and I remained in our stables. Morning had dawned, hours before, and our master, Farmer Yan, still hadn’t opened the doors to the shed and make us get to…