Li Long asked Sun Jiaqiang again where the Two-Headed Deer had appeared, giving himself a rough idea.
Both sightings had been in the mountain gullies within a radius of four or five kilometers. Its range was relatively fixed, and Li Long felt he had a good chance of encountering it again.
If he did, he couldn't let it get away again.
After eating, he continued inspecting the Taibazi and rejected five or six that failed to meet his standards. The problems weren't particularly serious; they simply weren't tight enough and only needed a little more work.
With a cartload of Taibazi ready, Li Long cranked the tractor to life and puttered away.
The sun had just set, but it wasn't dark yet. After resting a while, Li Jianguo and the others went back to work. They could still put in another hour or so, and the faster workers could weave half a Taibazi in that time.
When Li Long drove the tractor up to the wooden cabin, he was surprised to find Liu Shanmin, the man in the Zhongshan suit, chatting with two migrant drifters.
Seeing the tractor approach, Liu Shanmin stood and pointed at Li Long as he said something to the two men.
With his sharp eyes, Li Long could see that their expressions were a little unnatural. He smiled and climbed off the tractor.
Just then, someone came galloping over from the distance. The two drifters took one look and were terrified!
Wasn't that one of the Forestry Team's forest patrolmen?
Was he coming to arrest them?
They had personally seen people being hauled away from the forest along with their fritillaria. The luckier ones had their fritillaria confiscated and were released. The less fortunate had it confiscated and were sent straight to a labor reform camp.