"I don't know how to explain it to you."
Fan Xinglai scratched his temples.
"What's so hard to explain?" Lin Songbao put down the wooden box, "Just say it, could it be that you're the culprit?"
Fan Xinglai quickly shook his head: "Not me."
"Then that's fine, if it wasn't you, Brother Shui can't blame you, can he?"
"Stop beating around the bush, or mind I dock your wages for September!"
"No, no, no!" Fan Xinglai hastily protested, grinning, "Actually, it's about that big nest of rodents that you, my lord, are raising in the pond…"
Rodents?
Lin Songbao cast a sidelong glance.
Liang Qu's face darkened: "What rodents? The ones with the flat tails are beavers, and the ones with the thin tails are river otters. Are you sure you're from Pingyang?"
