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After digging the entire afternoon, Grandpa Zhang and Lu pulled a huge clay pot from the mud.

“ It’s a ding, ” said Grandpa. “ Very old. ” Let’s clean it up and put it in front of our shrine. The ancestors will like it. ”

Later that evening, Grandpa Zhang boiled water and cooked their last bit of rice. “ We’ll share it with the ancestors, ” he said to Lu.

He scooped out three portions: two for them and one for the ding.

“ Grandpa, do we have anything left?” asked Lu after he finished a few bites. “ I’m still hungry. ”

Grandpa Zhang took the last bit of rice from the ding and put it in Lu’s bowl. “ I’m sorry, Ancestors, ” he said. “ But the boy is hungry. ”