"Scram! You damned b * tch, what are you swinging your tattered face in front of laozi for? Ugly freak, I don't want you to be a good person, so go to the side and die for laozi. "
Yue Qianchou's face was filled with rage. With one kick, he sent the bucket that Hibiscus was holding up flying. Once again, he angrily shouted, "Scram!"
The latter was so frightened that she trembled as she stood to the side. Her tattered clothes wrapped around her thin and weak body slightly curled up. On one half of her moving face and the other half of her frightening face, soybean-sized teardrops dripped down, but she didn't dare to cry out loud.
This was the first time he had suffered such a great humiliation since he came to this world. In addition, he was indeed a temperamental person. When he wasn't provoked, he was willing to be a tortoise's grandson. But once he was angered, not to mention this pitiful Older Sister Hibiscus who was only at Foundation Building stage, in Aung Kwang-tsung, he even cursed Wu Baoru, who was at Nascent Soul stage. Earlier, Yan Shu, who was at Core Formation stage, was an example.
Looking at Hibiscus's tattered face in front of him, the more he looked at it, the more he felt it was disgusting. In his anger, he didn't care about the difference in their cultivation levels, nor did he care about whether or not he could defeat Hibiscus. Instead, step by step, he forced his way over and viciously cursed, "Cry, you only know how to cry. What are you crying for? Why don't you take a look at your appearance? Damn Yin and Yang face, ugly freak. The more you cry, the uglier you look.
Go to hell! "The pitiful Hibiscus was forced to lean against the wall by him step by step. Hearing him curse her viciously, but he didn't let her cry, she really did force back her tears. Sparkling and translucent tears rolled in her eyes, looking very pitiful. If one looked carefully, they would discover that although Hibiscus's face was disfigured, her eyes were exceptionally bright and beautiful. Although they were covered in tears, there was gentleness and kindness in her pitiful eyes.
It was unknown whether she was really stupid, cowardly, or really kind. Based on her cultivation level, beating up Yue Qianchou was like chopping vegetables, but she meekly accepted it.
Just like that, an average-looking man forced an ugly, weak woman into a corner. The two of them stared at each other, one furious, the other delicate and pitiful.
After a long time, seeing that Yue Qianchou's anger seemed to have subsided a little, Hibiscus loosened her hand that was tightly gripping the corner of her clothes and pointed at the manure pit. She said timidly and softly, "I'm going to work. If I'm late, I'll make Elder Lan unhappy."
Actually, Hibiscus's voice was quite pleasant to listen to. Her voice was thin and neat, and her pearly white teeth moved up and down. Her faint words really had the effect of relieving heat.
Yue Qianchou was stunned. Was his voice a little too loud just now? Did the old man in the courtyard hear him? He was a little impulsive.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Hibiscus carefully moved out with her back rubbing against the wall. She picked up the wooden barrel that Yue Qianchou had kicked far away and carefully put it back. Her eyes occasionally glanced at him, clearly still a little afraid of him. He then took out a white pill from the slanted cloth bag and tossed it into the cesspool.
Tossing a pill into the cesspool? Yue Qianchou seemed to have forgotten that he was still angry and watched curiously.
As the pill sank into the cesspool, it instantly reacted and began to bubble. The yellowish-brown substance surged in the pool, making Yue Qianchou feel disgusted and a little nauseous. He could bear it when the thing in the cesspool was not moving, but when it moved, it was really not something that ordinary people could bear. Although he came from a remote village, that was already a long time ago. On the other hand, Hibiscus calmly stood at the side, there was no abnormality on her face.
Yue Qianchou's nostrils flared. Strange, the smell that was originally in the depths of his memory did not appear. Instead, there was a faint fragrance. It must be the effect of the pill. He wanted to get closer to see what was going on, but no matter how fragrant it was, it was still feces. He was still unwilling to get closer.
Hibiscus gently rolled up her worn-out sleeves, revealing two small, sparkling, white, and tender arms. She grabbed a long scoop and began to pour the feces into two wooden barrels. Yue Qianchou secretly thought that it was a pity that such beautiful hands were used for this. Hibiscus, however, was calm and composed.
Once it was filled, Hibiscus inserted the carrying pole between the two barrels. Her slender body gently bent down, and the hard carrying pole landed on her thin and small shoulders. With a slight effort, the two barrels of feces were picked up by this weak woman. Before she left, she glanced at Yue Qianchou with a lonely gaze, as if she was comforting him, "Don't be angry, just rest here! I'll do it. "
That gaze …
In an instant, Yue Qianchou felt something in his chest shatter.
"Is it a broken heart? No, but I feel my heart ache. Strange, what am I feeling heartache for? I'm not familiar with her. "Yue Qianchou asked himself.
Hibiscus's thin and weak body swayed forward while carrying the carrying pole. With her cultivation level, carrying such a load was a piece of cake, but looking at her thin and small figure and the two barrels, it seemed incongruous. Were the barrels too big, or was Hibiscus's figure too thin and small?
For some reason, as he watched the steady swaying of the carrying pole, Yue Qianchou felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.
"Wait!" Yue Qianchou shouted and ran over.
Hearing the shout, Hibiscus turned around while carrying the carrying pole. When she saw Yue Qianchou running over, she was so frightened that she took two steps back. The yellow-brown liquid in the barrels immediately swayed and splashed on the ground. Some of it landed on Hibiscus's shoes and the edge of her tattered skirt.
"Give it to me." Yue Qianchou expressionlessly reached out his hand towards the carrying pole.
"No need." Hibiscus's slender body refused while carrying the carrying pole.
"Give it to me!" Yue Qianchou reached out his hand again.
"It's dirty." Hibiscus said softly.
"If you're not afraid of it, why should I be afraid? Quickly give it to me."
"I … I'm used to doing it, I'm not afraid of it."
Yue Qianchou's heart tightened again. He exhaled and said: "Did you forget Elder Lan's instructions? You don't even listen to Elder Lan anymore? Do you want me to be punished? "
Speaking of Elder Lan, a trace of fear appeared on Hibiscus's face. She didn't know what to do. Without hesitation, Yue Qianchou reached out his hand and forcibly placed the carrying pole on his shoulder. He turned his head and said with a smile: "You just need to teach me how to do it. Help me hold this and lead the way." As he said this, he handed her the long ladle.
Holding the ladle, Hibiscus nodded helplessly. Then, she hurriedly led the way. Yue Qianchou didn't find the big feces disgusting anymore. He tried his best to control the swaying of the two barrels.
When the two returned to the courtyard, Hibiscus led him to the garden where the spiritual herbs were planted. She shyly taught him how to fertilize the spiritual herbs. She originally wanted to do it herself, but in the end, Yue Qianchou refused. He only needed her to do it with her mouth. He would take care of everything that had to be done.
Yue Qianchou cooperated with Hibiscus with unprecedented meekness. Wherever Hibiscus pointed, he would obediently do it. The other beauties who were taking care of the spiritual herbs in the garden were all shocked. The ugly Hibiscus actually found a man to help her.
There were a lot of spiritual herbs that needed to be fertilized. The small manure pit outside the wall was simply not enough. Hibiscus led him down the mountain to the place where the female disciples of Wanfen Garden lived. There was a place similar to a public toilet. There were many manure pits. The female cultivators' ability to excrete wasn't weak!
Yue Qianchou almost fainted. He never thought that there would be a day where he would come to the women's toilet to pick the fertilizers offered by women. What made him even more incredulous was that there were many aunt-level seniors who actually had to fight over the feces? Fighting over the feces with aunts? He couldn't help but sigh. The area of spiritual herbs planted in Wanfen Garden wasn't just big. The fertilizers were in short supply!
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