Dali Temple Conspiracy Records

Chapter 95

In the evening, after the trackers got off work, Li Quan chatted with Lao Song, and Bai Sanxiu helped Aunt Song cook, and they became acquainted immediately.The Song family was poor, so naturally they didn't have any spare rooms, so Aunt Song tidied up the firewood house for Li Guan and Bai Sanxiu to stay overnight.

"I'm sorry, there's really no room, you young couple will make do with it."

"Uh, we don't—"

"Okay, thank you, auntie."

"..."

Just as Bai Sanxiu was about to deny it, Li Quan's mouth was quicker and he choked back the second half of her sentence.Seeing her choked up, he asked, "What's the matter? This will save others from criticizing."

"You... Si Zhi just said that I am a maid, no one will say anything more."

Li Quan glanced at her, "You are not a maid." After speaking, he went into the room.

Now, what else can she do?You can't sleep outside.I had no choice but to go in.However, it seems that Li Quan is really just for the convenience of handling the case, and has no other ideas.He gave up the straw mattress to Bai Sanxiu, and sat next to her leaning against the wall, with one leg bent and his head resting.

Bai Sanxiu was a little nervous, a little shy, and a little bit lost at first, but she felt quite at ease in a daze, and finally fell into a deep sleep.It's just that for some reason, in her sleep, she always vaguely felt something scratching her cheeks, itching.

Maybe the straw hit it!

When she woke up the next day, Li Quan had already left. Aunt Song said that he and Lao Song went to the riverside together just after dawn.

"Your family husband is really good! You don't put on airs, and you are easy to learn. It is not enough to listen, and you have to go to see and see with us, Lao Song."

Bai Sanxiu ignored the address, pointed outside, "Do you want to go down that mountain road?"

"Yes. Oh, he told me not to call you, it's very considerate. You go, and help me bring this pancake to Lao Song by the way! I don't have to go all the way at noon."

After taking the basket, Bai Sanxiu hurriedly slipped away.When they arrived at the shore, the tracker had already started working, while Li Quan and Lao Song were talking in a shack with a piece of rope in their hands.

"Eat?" He looked at the basket.

"It's the pancakes that Aunt Song gave to Brother Song."

Li Quan was about to say something, when suddenly there was a shout from outside the shed: "Old Song, what are you doing? You're still dawdling there after work!" It turned out that it was the husband in charge of this area.

There are generally two types of trackers, one is post station trackers who serve hard labor, which is long fiber; the other is temporary trackers hired by states and counties, which is short fiber.In order to reduce the financial expenditure of the state and county, there are relatively few long fibers, and a large number of trackers are temporarily recruited by the public. The head of the tracker is responsible for recruiting trackers and giving them badges.

Seeing a stranger, the husband was a little wary: "What are you doing?"

Bai Sanxiu felt the basket in his hand sink suddenly, and Li Quan beside him bowed modestly and politely: "I have met the officials. I am a tourist. I have traveled all the way to study here. I was shocked by the three-door Lu Wan, so I thought about it." Experience it up close so that it can be written into a book of travel notes and passed on to future generations..."

Seeing him rambling on, the husband quickly cut off his words and waved his hands impatiently.

"All right, all right, hurry up and leave after reading this, don't stay here!"

"Thank you officer!"

After the husband left, Li Quan gave the pancakes to Lao Song, and he and Bai Sanxiu returned to the cliff from the mountain road, then took out the rope from the basket and handed it to her.

"Look at it."

Bai Sanxiu took it and took a look. It should be the fiber rope used by Lu Wan, and it was still slightly damp to the touch.She looked carefully and soon discovered the abnormality.

"What's so weird about this rope?" she asked, holding up one end.

"After a tank boat sank at the beginning of the month, they picked up a piece of fiber rope, and Lao Song and the others kept it as a spare. You find it strange because the broken part of the rope wasn't made by long-term grinding." Li Quan's face turned serious, Pointing to the half of the end of the rope, "This section is neat and smooth, someone cut it with a knife secretly."

(End of this chapter)