Li Long spotted people outside the gate. After looking closely, he understood what was going on.
But he naturally would not expose their intentions. Smiling, he said, "Uncles, Hei Wa, Mao Dan, have you eaten? Come on in and sit in the yard. We're cooking. Stay and eat with us."
When people came calling at mealtime, you had to offer, sincerely or otherwise.
The people outside shuffled and nudged one another. A man in his fifties was pushed forward. He took a few steps into the yard and asked, "Xiao Long, we had work in the fields yesterday, so a few of us missed the checkup.
"We were wondering whether you could still let us go. We've been feeling a bit unwell and wanted to get checked."
Another man immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes. We're getting old and missed the ride. We heard the examinations were very thorough, and quite a few people found out about health problems. We wondered whether we could go along if there were any more."
"All we want is the checkup. We don't even need a meal," another said. "Just for peace of mind."
As soon as he said that, someone beside him elbowed him, blaming him for saying too much.
Li Long saw it all. Pouring rice into the pot, he said, "You're too late. Another group went this morning-the militia members who were patrolling the settlements yesterday.
"If you'd said something last night, you could have gone with them. Now there really aren't any more."
"No more?" the Half-Shell leading them asked in disappointment. "Couldn't you arrange another one? You must have a good relationship with that hospital, right? It's just us. There definitely won't be anyone else, and we won't tell anyone..."
Li Long poured all the rice into the pot, then