This is Mr. Lu. He is a farmer.
He lives in a village in northeastern China. He has traveled throughout the country but his favorite part is this little valley. His family has been here for centuries. These are his cattle:
Every morning he takes his cattle out to graze, then brings them back around lunchtime. He usually orders lunch from the village restaurant.
If there are guests, there is beer. Lu says he can drink 27 bottles in one sitting.
He was one of the poorest people in his village when he was a boy. Now he is among the most prosperous. He’s got the cash to prove it.
That’s his younger daughter. She refused to hold up any of her dad’s cash.
There is a cat that hangs around their property. It showed up one day, unbidden. The next morning, it had deposited eighteen mice on their doorstep. Eighteen.
He’s a good cat, says Lu. They haven’t had any problems with mice since then.
Lu’s daughter refused to hold up any of her father’s money. But she was happy to hold the cat.