![]() ![]() All that remained before planting next year was to break ground in Son of a Bitch. He'd gotten hold of a thousand seeds (and a dear penny they had cost him) that were now hidden beneath the floorboards of his bedroom. Of course madrigal would grow in Son of a Bitch. Tian's Ma had been equally positive it would grow porin, a spice of great worth. Tian wasn't the first Jaffords determined to make something of the twenty acres behind the home place his Gran-pere, perfectly sane in most other respects, had been convinced there was gold there. ![]() Tian was blessed (though few farmers would have used such a word) with three patches: River Field, where his family had grown rice since time out of mind Roadside Field, where ka-Jaffords had grown sharproot, pumpkin, and corn for those same long years and generations and Son of a Bitch, a thankless tract which mostly grew rocks, blisters, and busted hopes. ![]()
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