There were some things even asking Po Yuan would not help with. Granny Qi held considerable standing on Divine Mountain. The Bai family's people only had to give a word before going up or down the mountain; they did not need to report to anyone. If they did not say what they were going to do, Po Yuan had no right to question them.
Qiu Ben could only bottle up a bellyful of suspicions and guesses.
After daybreak, Dazhi City fully awoke. People of every description gradually filled the streets, which grew noisier, with vendors' cries rising and falling.
Morning Moon Hall opened its doors, and the newly hired woman who did the odd jobs was taking down the door panels.
The third young lady, Dong Liangying, stepped behind the counter and picked up a duster to sweep its surface. She was fairly pleased with the hardworking woman. They had already spoken earlier; she was an honest soul who had endured a bitter life.
After hearing from the neighbors how capable Wang Ping had been, the woman had even specifically asked about his daily duties here, intending to do no worse than he had.
Of course, most importantly, she was not particular about her wages. Food and lodging would suffice.
The courtyard gate of the Bai Family Rice Shop facing the alley opened. As three carts piled high with spirit rice rolled out, Bai Qiru could be seen in the courtyard, puffing on her pipe as she watched them leave, until she gradually disappeared behind the closing gate.
There was a trace of bewilderment in her eyes, for there were things even she could not understand...
The moment the rice shop's three carts left, Yin Tianlu spotted them from a nearby building.
An exchange of messages between Dazhi City and