The end of natural disasters: the daily life of child brides in ancient times

The smell of this mass excrement pit is stronger than the stench of corpses.

This kid Lu Shufu seems to be quite smart on weekdays.

Why did you come up with such a bad idea now?

But looking at Lu Shufu who had already bent down and was crawling into the dung bucket.

Lu Qingqing could only adjust her breathing and endure the nausea as she prepared to go in.

When her hand touched the dung bucket, all the hairs on her body stood up.

Well, not everyone has the courage to grab the yellow and white things directly!

Next to him, Qin Lang, who had a housework obsession and mild mysophobia, felt even more uncomfortable.

He had never used such a dirty toilet in his life.

Not to mention, let him get into such a cesspool.

Lu Qingqing was still trying to persuade herself not to care about that little bit of feces.

There was really no extra energy to comfort Qin Lang, who was clenching his fists in pain.

I could only point to the toilet bowl, then suppress my nausea, open the bowl and crawl in.

After entering, she subconsciously wanted to enter the space.

But when he thought of the two people next to him, he held back.

She really didn't want to breathe the air in this shit bucket.

She held it in until she couldn't hold it any longer, then she took a short puff.

Huh?

The air in this dung bucket seems to be slightly better than outside.

She took a candle from the space, lit it and took it out.

Looking at the clean wooden barrel inside, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Lu Shufu still had some conscience and didn't really let them hide in the dirty dung bucket.

On the other side, Qin Lang also closed his eyes and held his breath after entering.

When he couldn't hold it any longer, he took a small sip.

Qin Lang was equally incredulous.

People say that if you live in an abalone shop for a long time, you won’t smell the stench.

At this moment, Qin Lang had escaped from a cesspool that was ten thousand times more smelly than the abalone shop and had hidden in a relatively clean dung bucket.

It doesn't sound any better.

But Qin Lang, who was in the middle of it, did feel something different.

Although it's a bit stuffy in here, the smell is indeed much less.

He stretched out his hand again and probed gently.

Only after confirming that there was no feces in the bucket did he loosen his clenched fist.

He had just made up his mind that when he got out, he would definitely give his junior brother a good beating.

How could he get himself into the dung bucket?

Daya has said before that she likes clean and refreshing boys the most!

He crawled into the dung bucket. What if there is still a smell after washing it and Daya dislikes him?

Qin Lang became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and he had already figured out how to beat someone up when he got out.

If Daya stopped him, he would spar with him under the pretext of supervising his junior brother's martial arts training.

Now, the stench was much less, and his anger subsided a little.

Little did he know that Lu Shufu next to him was the real victim.

The dung bucket he drilled into was actually used.

He touched one hand when he lifted the wooden barrel.

He swallowed the scream that was about to come out of his throat because he was afraid of attracting the enemy.

He told himself at the time that the people working on the project must be too serious.

I sprinkled some outside because I was afraid that the enemy would notice something unusual.

But after coming in, yellow and white stuff was still dripping out of the bucket.

It was all over his head, face, and arms.

Clenching my fists tightly, I resisted the urge to rush out.

But soon, the discomfort of the sticky juice dripping onto the body was replaced by something even more painful.

Inside the sealed wooden barrel, the smell was an indescribable despair.

Lu Shufu felt like he was about to faint from the suffocation.

Which bastard did this?

He clearly reminded me to prepare a clean toilet!

Ahhh, when he gets out, he will definitely punish that man by making him stay in the shit bucket for a day.

But no matter how much he thought about it, this matter could only be done after he got out.

Now Lu Shufu can only endure it even if he is about to collapse.

His plan was still in progress. He would wait until the people he sent out came back to find him before coming out.

And so, he waited, collapsing again and again.

The soldiers sent from Qiuchuan City searched the entire camp.

They were searching like crazy, but they still couldn't find the person.

No matter what they thought, they could never have imagined that a commander would crawl into a dung bucket.

I don’t know whether they are suffering because they can’t find anyone, or Lu Shufu in the dung bucket is suffering more.

At this moment, Lu Shufu was carrying the heavy load of feces.

It felt like every breath he took was torture for him.

In the past ten years of my life, time has never passed so slowly!

The three of them stayed in the dung bucket for about half an hour when they heard footsteps coming from outside.

Before Lu Qingqing could draw her pistol, the group of people who came over spoke first.

"General Lu, what a great victory!

Our team has attacked Qiuchuan City!

The soldiers are still cleaning up the city, and since the situation is settled, I'm coming to pick you up!"

When Lu Shufu heard the deputy general's voice, he could no longer bear it, so he opened the dung bucket and ran out.

"Ugh! Wow wow wow wow..."

The deputy general was happily telling the general the good news when he saw a man covered in excrement running out of a dirty dung bucket.

The man was vomiting as he ran, and it sounded like he was about to vomit out his heart, liver, and lungs.

The deputy general came closer with a torch and saw that it was the general.

The group of soldiers behind were also stunned.

Is this still the always dignified and serious General Lu?

Well, the image of steadiness that General Lu had always maintained was completely shattered at this moment.

Next to them, Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang also came out as soon as they heard Lu Shufu coming out.

Although the two of them retched a little, they did not come into direct contact with the fecal juice.

Looking at Lu Shufu, whose head and face were covered in dirt, the two of them took a step back.

Lu Shufu had just vomited and felt uncomfortable and weak.

I want to find a friend who can share my joys and sorrows with me and complain together.

Turning around, I saw two clean people.

What, how are they clean?

Is it possible that his bucket is the only one that has been used?

Lu Shufu's mind seemed to be struck by lightning, and bursts of white light flashed by.

After a few breaths, he accepted this reality.

Just as he was about to step forward, he saw the two people opposite him take a step back.

Even in the dim light, he could see the disgusted expression clearly.

This is too obvious!

What was even more hurtful was that he was staggering from vomiting and wanted to help his adjutant who was a few steps behind him.

The adjutant, who had always admired him, also took a step back with a torch in hand.

General Lu, covered in feces and urine, was completely desperate and walked back in a daze.

Behind him, a group of people followed in the distance.

Qin Lang looked at the miserable appearance of Lu Shufu in front of him and silently gave up the idea of ​​beating him.

However, it is very clear whether they are unwilling to do it because they think it is dirty or not!