But Li Baoyu didn't ask, and Zhao Jun didn't say anything. He certainly wasn't going to tell Jie Chen or Zhang Yuanmin either.
After taking the money, Li Baoyu didn't go straight home. Instead, he went to the storage shed, put all the empty cans from their last drinking session into a *weideluo*, and then came back to hand it to Zhao Jun over the wall.
A *weideluo* is what Northeasterners call a bucket that's wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. The nine cans fit perfectly inside.
The moment Zhao Jun took the *weideluo*, Cyan Dragon and Black Dragon, who had been waiting at his feet, both started barking and rushed toward the courtyard gate.
"Brother!" Just then, Yang Yufeng's voice came from the courtyard gate. She appeared, also carrying a *weideluo*. Hers seemed to be loaded with something heavy; the shoulder she was carrying it on drooped under the weight as she walked in.
