"Oh, get out of here!" Zhao Jun snapped irritably at Li Baoyu. "I was spooked by a bear, not possessed by some spirit. What's a kitchen knife going to do?"
Back then, there was a folk belief that if a child was frightened by something "unclean," you were supposed to wrap a kitchen knife in cloth and stick it under their pillow while they slept.
But Zhao Jun had been scared by a Black Bear, which had nothing to do with any of that.
Just then, Zhao Jun started to get up. Li Baoyu helped him and said, "Brother, the big market is in two days. You can't go?"
"How can I go like this?" Zhao Jun said indignantly.
"Maybe you'll be better by then."
Zhao Jun climbed off the kang bed, washed his face with some effort, and dried it with a towel. He then asked Li Baoyu, "Brother, did you find out anything about that thing I mentioned yesterday?"
Li Baoyu said, "Brother, you were right. He's really back."
Zhao Jun walked to the edge of the kang and sat down, folding his bedding.
