After dinner, Wang Cuihua pulled out a special wooden hammer engraved with the shape of ancient coins.
She gripped the hammer forcefully and stamped the yellow papers, imprinting them with embossments resembling coins.
Once a sheet of paper was full, it could be burned at the street corner.
Jiaojiao squatted beside Wang Cuihua, watching, resting her chin on her hands.
She was well-familiar with this process.
Since her earliest memories, her father was always embedded in scenes like these.
On each occasion the festival of the underworld was observed, her mother would imprint the yellow papers while her brother wrote letters on them.
Yu Jingting's handwriting wasn't bad, not sure if it was specifically practiced for writing these letters to their father. But when it came to brush pen writing, it was all skewered.
Starting this year, the letter writer was now Suizi.
