Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 65 - 13_3

Chapter 65: Chapter 13_3

Though he hadn’t formally learned to play Go, his mind was sharp, and Go relied heavily on this aspect, so while he didn’t compete with national players, at the level of amateur enthusiasts, his skills weren’t bad.

However, the girl was evidently better; she must have formally learned before, playing not only quickly but also with great strategy.

Li Zhiyuan didn’t feel any sense of defeat about it; he knew he learned quickly, but he couldn’t skip the process of "learning."

In many fields, having a good mind wasn’t enough; it required a lot of accumulation and experience, and even more so, the support of a good platform.

"Alii, you’re really good, still want to play?"

The girl twirled a piece between her fingers, looking up at Li Zhiyuan. Her intent was clear, she still wanted to play.

Li Zhiyuan tidied up the board, noticing the morning breeze picking up, and found four chunks of loose cement from the western corner of the terrace to hold down the board paper.

The second round of the match began.

The piece-dropping speed remained fast, and as Li Zhiyuan played, he couldn’t help but let his lips curl up slightly.

He sensed that the girl was letting him win.

He didn’t feel humiliated; on the contrary, he was quite happy, and then he started intentionally playing poorly.

This time, the girl’s speed slowed down, her brows gradually furrowing.

Li Zhiyuan couldn’t bear to tease her anymore and still won.

The girl looked up at Li Zhiyuan.

Her lips slightly pouted, almost imperceptibly. She was probably upset.

But her eyelashes did not quiver, and her body did not tremble.

"Alright, alright, it’s my bad, my fault." He looked up, seeing it was already light out, and below, Aunt Liu’s voice called, announcing breakfast.

Li Zhiyuan packed up the Go board and took Qin Li to have breakfast.

Very naturally, the originally solo breakfast turned into a small table for two with wooden stools.

As usual, Li Zhiyuan dished out the pickled vegetables into a small saucer for the girl, and after she started eating, he followed his habit, giving the duck egg a gentle tap, peeling back the top shell, and using chopsticks to eat it.

Suddenly, sensing the girl beside him stop eating, Li Zhiyuan looked over and found her watching the duck egg in his hand.

"Want me to crack one for you? But that way, it won’t be easy to control the portion."

Qin Li continued to stare.

Li Zhiyuan could only crack a duck egg for her too, carefully peeling away a bit of the shell, and handing it to her.

Qin Li took it with both hands, cradling it, and looked down seriously at the duck egg with the opened top.

Meanwhile, Li Sanjiang descended the stairs in a leisurely manner.

He glanced at the small table shared by little Yuanhou and the girl, then at the family table of Liu Yumei, Qin Li, and Liu Ting, and silently walked to his solitary small table for elderly widowers.

Just as he was about to start eating, he noticed figures appearing on the path in front of the dam.

A boy around fourteen or fifteen with dark skin was pushing a wheelbarrow, with an old man sitting on it.

The boy wore only a patched blue pair of shorts, with a bare upper body, and had ill-fitting rubber liberation shoes on his feet.

The old man had a bald head, his body shrunk noticeably with age, wore plastic slippers, and held a hookah in his hand.

Li Sanjiang, upon seeing this, put down his chopsticks helplessly and said, "Well, the beggars have arrived."

When the grandfather and grandson got to the dam, Li Sanjiang enthusiastically stepped forward and greeted them, saying, "Oh, I knew you’d come today but didn’t expect you so early."

The old man took a puff from his hookah and said, "We traveled especially during the night to get here so we could save a breakfast."

"Ting Hou, is there porridge left in the pot?" Li Sanjiang inquired.

The old man snorted disdainfully and said, "If I came here to drink thin porridge, wouldn’t I have come here for nothing? We want dry food."

"Alright, alright, Ting Hou, go make some food."

"Sure thing."

Aunt Liu went to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

"Little Yuanhou, come over here." Li Sanjiang called over Li Zhiyuan and pointed out the old man for introduction, saying, "This is your old Uncle Shan."

"You’re talking nonsense, why should I be a generation below you!"

"Alright then, just call him Grandpa Shan."

"Hello, Grandpa Shan."

"Ah, good, such a handsome little guy, with delicate skin, really obedient."

Li Sanjiang laughed and patted Li Zhiyuan’s head, saying, "Little Yuanhou."

"Grandmaster?"

The old man’s face immediately flushed, flustered and exasperated, he said, "Ah, you, Li Sanjiang, you’re deliberately taking advantage of me!"

"Ha, I have no interest in taking advantage of you. Aren’t you just about the same age as his grandfather, Han Hou?"

Li Zhiyuan was a bit surprised; in other words, this old man was much younger than Grandmaster, yet Grandmaster looked younger than him.

In the distance, Liu Yumei, who had been eating porridge, put down her bowl and chopsticks and took a handkerchief to lightly cover her nose.

The old man had the stench of waterlogged corpse on him, really off-putting.

Moreover, his appearance fit that of a corpse recovery diver, whereas Li Sanjiang... ate well, lived well, and was well-kept, quite the exception.

To be honest, anyone with a legitimate background and decent livelihood would never choose to be a corpse recovery diver. This inherently predetermined their economic status within the village, not to mention all the taboos associated with corpse recovery... peaceful old age was a rarity.

Liu Yumei decided not to eat anymore,

noticing that her granddaughter also left the table, probably because Little Yuan was called over to meet someone, but her granddaughter didn’t go upstairs to wait and read together, instead, she went straight back to the east room.

Hmm?

Liu Yumei, curious, gently walked back to the east room, just as she was about to step over the threshold to enter, she saw her granddaughter coming out again.

"Going back to find Xiao Yuan?"

The girl said nothing, crossed the dam, went upstairs to sit in the northeast corner, waiting for Li Zhiyuan to finish and read together.

*Though delighted by her granddaughter’s change and improvement, the initial elation had started to pass since yesterday, and Liu Yumei found herself slowly feeling a bit sour at heart.*

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