has cast off her former submissive self, and is now determined to become the independent, modern woman Suya told her she could be. She will learn how to type and use a computer, then she’ll enter the complex world of circuit boards where you can find out anything you want and dismantle the entire universe into its constituent parts.
‘Stop biting your nails, Nannan, you’re a big girl now,’ Meili admonishes, then turns to Kongzi, and says, ‘After Heaven is born, we must work hard and buy ourselves Foshan residence permits so that our children can go to school and university. Then we can go back to Kong Village and build a house in our children’s rightful birthplace. Do you hear that, little Heaven? With your mother looking after you, everything will be fine. Nannan, sing me a song, will you?’
‘No, I’m hungry,’ Nannan says, her face pressed against her open diary.
‘Please, sing me the nightingale song I taught you last night . . .’
‘All right: Little Nightingale, in your colourful robe, you come here every spring. We’ve built a large factory with brand-new machinery, so this spring will be even more lovely . . . Mum, I want to learn Xinjiang dancing, like Rongrong.’
‘Read out what you’ve put in your diary today.’
‘This is all I’ve written so far: “I was afraid the gecko was poisonous, but I still went over and looked at it. It had yellow eyes, and stripes like a tiger. When it crawled, it looked like it was riding a bicycle very fast, trying to escape a nasty enemy . . .”’
KEYWORDS: pleasant breeze, open-crotch trousers, plucking feathers, separate ward, life rod, hand-held heaters.
‘I HAVE TO DRINK American ginseng all day, or these fumes give me terrible migraines,’ says Meili’s workmate Ah-Fei. ‘Bitter tea just isn’t strong enough to wash all the poisons out of my system.’ Ah-Fei is disfigured by vitiligo. She wears a large surgical mask, to protect herself from the fumes and to conceal the unsightly white patches on her face.
Meili started this job three weeks ago. She had to leave her last job because the plastic granulating machines in the yard created such a deafening noise that when she went home in the evening, she couldn’t hear a word Nannan or Kongzi were saying. The salary here is only thirty yuan a day, and the fumes make her eyes water, but at least when the front and back doors of the workshop are left open, a pleasant breeze flows through.
At first, Meili sat with the other eight women at the long metal table, heating and dismantling circuit boards, but leaning over her bulge and inhaling the toxic vapours made her sick, so she swapped jobs with a woman called Xiu, who is only five months pregnant. Now she sits on a bamboo stool gutting cables, which requires her to pull a cable from the tangled mound beside her, nail it to the wall, run a sharp knife down the length of its plastic casing and rip out the precious copper wires within.
‘Heaven Hospital is the best place to give birth,’ Xiu says, pausing to rub her belly. ‘They let you go home with your baby after twenty-four hours. At Compassion Hospital, the nurses snatch your baby from you as soon as it’s born, put it in a separate ward and feed it on formula for a week. They say it’s because breast milk isn’t nutritious enough, but the truth is they put the babies on the bottle to earn commission from formula companies.’ Xiu always has the most up-to-date information on hospitals and childcare.
‘Scams like that are the least of our worries,’ Cha Na chips in from the end of the table. ‘If the authorities decide to crack down on family planning criminals like us, things will get really ugly.’ Cha Na has a daughter, Lulu, who’s the same age as Nannan, and a three-month-old baby at home, whom she goes back to feed during the lunch break. She’s witty and good-natured, and Meili gets on well with her.
‘A woman once told me it’s impossible to fall pregnant here,’ Meili says. ‘None of us seem to have had any problem, though!’ She thinks back to the woman with crimson lipstick she met on the boat to Sanxia, and wonders whether or not she should feel grateful to her for telling her about Heaven Township.
‘I tell you, Meili, a few more years in this place, and you’ll be a barren old hen and your