Corpse Recovery Diver

Liu Jinxia, Flower Woman, and Wang Lian came to play cards.

Old Tian visibly tensed up upon seeing Liu Jinxia.

Liu Jinxia smiled at Old Tian, "You're here too."

Old Tian: "Yeah, I'm here."

Liu Jinxia: "You're really not going back to Jiujiang?"

Old Tian: "Not for now."

After greeting, Liu Jinxia prepared to join the card table.

Old Tian: "I made some snacks, I'll take them to Xiang Hou later."

Liu Jinxia: "Okay, my Cui Cui loves your snacks. Have Xiang Hou bring you some of our pickled garlic."

Old Tian: "Sure, I love garlic."

Wang Lian and Flower Woman sat at the table, snickering.

Flower Woman teased, "Do you like drinking vinegar? My Sister Xiahou can brew vinegar too."

Old Tian: "Love it, love it."

Li Sanjiang urged Old Tian to leave so they could drink together, worried if they didn't go, Old Tian might prepare a whole table of condiments for their drinks.

Flower Woman sighed, "If only it were like when we were young, how great that would be."

Wang Lian: "Indeed."

Liu Jinxia: "Start the game, start the game, every day you're just here to have fun, never losing more money to me."

As they played, Liu Jinxia realized she was indeed going to win quite a bit today.

Mainly because Liu Yumei lost a lot, letting others win big each time.

Liu Jinxia leaned over and whispered, "Did Sister Liu encounter some joyful occasion?"

The ladies at the card table were long-time companions, making it impossible to hide things, even the most honest Wang Lian knew she was always being looked after.

With the grandchildren starting school, and the son needing a change of medicine, whenever money pressing times came, Liu Yumei would lose more and help relieve their urgent needs.

Sister Liu had a habit of losing less usually, but when in a good mood, she'd lose a bit more.

Liu Yumei: "Today I'm in a good mood, the burdens at home are lighter, I have hope for old age, so I can afford to lose more."

Aunt Liu came over with refreshments, refilling their tea.

Ever since the old lady took Xiao Yuan to that meeting, her spirits have been completely different.

She scolded Ali for being dumb, that the flowers in the garden were poorly tended, scolded her own cooking skills for not improving over the years, saying what kind of food she was being served every day.

Last night Ali even told her, whether the master was having health issues, asking her to check in more often and help with adjustments.

She glared at Ali, as the old lady clearly had new confidence, back to her old self, stirring things up again.

In the room upstairs, Li Zhiyuan sat at his desk, quickly flipping through the book in his hands, his eyes sweeping over the pages, solidifying the content he had long memorized.

Once he went through the two sets of books on the desk again, the young man leaned back gently against the chair.

His mind filled with "destroyed by the Righteous Path."

Back then, Wei Zhengdao suppressed the Evil, all in one go, leaving no hidden troubles.

But the problem is... Li Zhiyuan sorted through the book again, following Wei Zhengdao's methods, when dealing with those tricky or special ones, still couldn't completely eradicate them.

So, either Wei Zhengdao was boasting, or he was holding something back.

Li Zhiyuan didn't think Wei Zhengdao was just bragging.

Because, he himself was the first victim under Wei Zhengdao's style of action back then.

But the young man didn't think Wei Zhengdao was intentionally holding back when writing the book.

Firstly, Wei Zhengdao used precious Buddha Skin Paper for the book, and secondly, it didn't fit his character.

Alii brought over mung bean soup, with the ice melted, but the soup was still cold.

After drinking, Li Zhiyuan helped Alii tidy up the drawing table.

Today, Alii was wearing a black-gold mamian skirt, white top, with her hair pinned up and adorned with a wooden hairpin.

Alii had worn similar styles before, but as she aged, the feeling it gave off changed too.

Compared to her usual ruqun, this outfit made her appear more aloof and distant, though facing him, Alii instantly turned gentle.

Before lunch, Panzi and Leizi arrived on bicycles.

"Little Yuanhou, Little Yuanhou!"

"Coming."

After Li Zhiyuan went downstairs, he saw Panzi and Leizi standing beside Tan Wenbin, Panzi actively offered Tan Wenbin a cigarette, while Leizi helped light it.

The two were wearing those dark blue overalls, stained with oil, but quite new.

The college entrance exams to them, were just a formality, all they needed was a high school graduation certificate, and they'd been job hunting, preparing to start work.

Previously, there were all sorts of rumors, of different workplaces they might go to, now the two had officially joined a state-owned enterprise located in Xingren Town, called Longxing Tools Factory.

The factory wasn't large, but it was doing well, with trucks queuing up every day waiting to load goods; getting a job there now was quite hard indeed.

The two had just received their first paycheck, compared to their past brick-carrying jobs during vacations, it was like heaven and earth.

Panzi had a bruise on his face, from his father's blows.

His father intended to save his wages for a future marriage fund.

Panzi refused, and his father scolded him, saying he raised him with hard work and toil... In response, Panzi retorted: "My poop and pee were cleaned by Grandpa and Grandma."

Upon hearing this, his father got angry, slapped Panzi, but Panzi didn't retaliate, just pushed his father, and his father continued to hit him, as Panzi continued to push.

Eventually, Panzi's face was bruised, and his father, unsteady, hit his forehead on the table leg, causing a minor cut, then kept cursing: "Brat, you've grown wings, can't control you now!"

Indeed, he had grown wings, one of the biggest transformations in a person's life often occurs when they are able to support themselves.