Qu Liushou, having done all this, pushed the cart toward the gate. As he walked to the guard post, he rolled his eyes and deliberately poked a small hole in the bag on top of him. A few grains of rice spilled out. It was all to make the guard notice.
The guard at the gate saw it was Qu Liushou from the Qu Family, pushing two sacks in the dead of night and wondered what mischief he was up to this time.
"Qu Liushou, what's in your sack?"
Qu Liushou shivered and feigned nonchalance, "Didn't you see the rice on the ground?" He added deliberately, "Do you have a sack I could borrow? Otherwise, all my rice will spill out."
The guard looked suspiciously at the hole in Qu Liushou's sack and the trail of rice on the ground. Feeling a bit sorry, he said, "I don't have one. Maybe you should go back and change the bag."
"Change what, just leave it like this," Qu Liushou said and, ignoring the hole in the sack, rode away on his bike.
