Gao Ming didn't believe the sounds coming from the millstone, but he also wouldn't believe a donkey.
Rushing into the inner room, a foul stench assaulted him. The skins of pigs, dogs, cattle, and sheep had been completely stripped and were drying near the window. Perhaps due to the long-term drying of such materials, beads of blood sliding down from the pelts had formed small pits on the ground, serving as another proof that "constant dripping wears away the stone."
"Do people live in this kind of place?"
Covering his nose and mouth, Gao Ming was driven to tears by the stench. Blinking, he saw ropes and leather straps used for tying livestock scattered across the stone floor, varying in size and adjustable.
Lifting a sheepskin, Gao Ming heard the cries of a child. He listened several times to confirm that the crying was indeed coming from beneath the sheepskin.
