Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1194 - 216: Preparations for the Beijing Trip (Part 2)

After hanging up the phone again, Li Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment but ultimately didn't dial that number. He thought it might be better to make the call once he arrived in Beijing; perhaps the person was still staying in the old place.

Actually, Li Sanjiang initially thought about giving up his chance for travel, just like he did when he won the lottery last time. However, after Li Zhiyuan informed him that Xue Liangliang would arrange for him to attend an exchange meeting in Beijing and that they could go together, Li Sanjiang eventually agreed.

On the way home, Li Zhiyuan encountered Aunt Xiang Hou riding a tricycle, with Liu Jinxia sitting in the back.

Aunt Xiang Hou: "Little Yuanhou, have you packed up your grandmaster's things? When are you setting off?"

Li Zhiyuan: "You all know already?"

Sitting in the back, Liu Jinxia said grumpily: "Marquis Sanjiang is so proud, he can't wait to tell everyone. Even if you talk to him about a bird's nest in a tree, he can steer the conversation towards the sparrows in Beijing."

Li Zhiyuan: "Grandma Liu can come along too; the travel agency can arrange it."

Liu Jinxia: "No, even if I went, I wouldn't see anything with these eyes of mine. It would be a waste of money."

Li Zhiyuan: "When Cui Cui gets into a university in Beijing later, you can take her there."

Upon hearing this, Liu Jinxia's wrinkled old face immediately bloomed into a smile like a chrysanthemum.

Aunt Xiang Hou said, "Cui Cui said you and that Sister A Li have been tutoring her. Thank you, Little Yuanhou."

Li Zhiyuan: "Cui Cui will be fine."

Children with a tough fate often mature earlier than their peers. Understanding things two or three years ahead of their age group is already a huge advantage.

After parting with Liu Jinxia and her daughter, Li Zhiyuan went home.

Aunt Liu brought out a table and turned on a bulb that extended from a rod. Liu Yumei picked up a brush and began to design new clothes for Alii.

Seeing the young man return, Liu Yumei waved her hand.

"Grandma Liu."

"Are you going to Beijing?"

"Yes."

"Personal matters?"

"Yes."

Liu Yumei nodded. She guessed that this trip to Beijing was not a Zou Jiang adventure; this child could not possibly take Li Sanjiang on an adventure.

"Stay at home. We happen to have a place in Beijing."

"Thank you, Grandma, but I still don't know where the exchange meeting will be held."

"It's okay, our courtyard has more than one house."

"It's still unnecessary. I won't stay long, and it's troublesome to tidy up."

Liu Yumei didn't insist further and pointed to the already drawn design, asking: "How is it?"

"Alii will look good in it."

"Hehe, you can go ahead and do your work."

Li Zhiyuan went upstairs.

Liu Yumei glanced slightly at Aunt Liu standing beside her.

Aunt Liu: "He's fully recovered."

Liu Yumei: "It seems your herbal soup is effective."

Aunt Liu: "I think it's because he's consciously doing self-care."

Liu Yumei: "This is what reassures me most about this child. Not only does he know what he wants to do, but he also knows how to do it, unlike our Ah..."

At this point, Liu Yumei looked up and happened to see Qin Li barefoot, holding a hoe and just walking onto the patch.

Qin Li only paused for a moment, then naturally walked over, picked up well water and began washing his feet. He was already used to being compared to "their children."

Liu Yumei sighed and said: "Well, it's good now. If you had this thick skin back then, things wouldn't have ended up like that."

Qin Li: "..."

When Li Zhiyuan returned to the rooftop, his grandmaster was no longer on the old-style rattan chair.

He walked to his grandmaster's room, pushed open the door, and found his grandmaster trying on clothes in front of the wardrobe, with several sets laid out on the bed and several pairs of new shoes underneath.

Elderly people who have lived through times of material scarcity tend to hoard things. New clothes are stored at the bottom of the chest and not worn casually.

Li Sanjiang didn't have that habit. He lived his whole life quite freely, but he really didn't have the habit of wearing new clothes. After all, he often had to fish for bodies, and being in contact with corpses, the stench, the dirt, often couldn't be washed away no matter how you tried. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Seeing his clothes-trying scene caught by his great-grandson, Li Sanjiang was a little embarrassed.

No matter how much he said, "I'm too lazy to fuss," "What's with traveling," or "Home is nice," his heart had long flown to Beijing.

"Grandmaster, let me help you choose."

Li Zhiyuan walked in and naturally helped his grandmaster match clothes.

Most of these new clothes belonged to Li Sanjiang were bought by Li Zhiyuan, so he was more adept at matching them.

Finally, they chose a set of serious clothes, with a style that had both the feeling of a Zhongshan suit and a factory workwear style, and then clipped a pen in the chest pocket.

Li Zhiyuan nodded: "Feels like an official going to Beijing."

Li Sanjiang: "Hahaha!"

The grandmaster wasn't comfortable in leather shoes, so they finally just chose two pairs of thick-soled new cloth shoes, considering that the tourist spots in Beijing are generally hard on the feet.

Returning to his room, Li Zhiyuan accompanied Alii to appreciate a newly completed painting.

The painting featured an Immortal Realm with apocalyptic scenes, rich in contradictions and impact, instantly bringing back the feeling Li Zhiyuan experienced when witnessing it firsthand.

Outstanding paintings should naturally have excellent stories.

Alii placed the painting into his portfolio frame, and Li Zhiyuan reminded, "Hide it well."

His main concern was that an overly curious old lady might see it and then be upset.

Then, Li Zhiyuan opened the wordless book. It was time to fulfill an agreement.

Li Zhiyuan didn't hold back, directly extracting three times the deduction amount. After the deduction, the red threads in the blood mist of the young man's palm were solidified, just shorter in length.

The white bones in the painting had already turned into a pile of ashes, as if they had been incinerated in a crematorium furnace.