Li Erping's courtyard wall was made of earth bricks, not very high, about 1.20 meters, with pits and bumps due to years of neglect.
The gate too was quite worn but appeared sturdy.
The gate was open, and one could see into the courtyard with its clay surface; two rows of floor tiles led from the gate to the main house and the kitchen.
The house seemed quite old, generally dilapidated, but the courtyard was kept very neat and tidy.
"Is anyone there?"
"Who is it?"
Lu Jingqiu had just called out while standing in the courtyard when a woman over 1.70 meters tall in her thirties with large eyes came out of the kitchen.
With two short braids hanging in front, she wore a floral blouse, her hands still covered in flour, apparently in the midst of steaming buns. Seeing Lu Jingqiu, she asked puzzledly, "Who are you looking for?"
"Excuse me, is this Li Erping's home? I'm looking for Comrade Li Erping."
