There was no manure pit reserved in the yard, so the pig manure had to be shoveled into the ground or given to Aunt Zhang's house next door.
Jiang Yuan put on boots and gloves.
Fu Jiu came back from outside, carrying two buckets and a pole.
It was specially used by Aunt Zhang’s family to pick up dung.
Their family cultivated a lot of land, so most of the pig excrement in Jiang Yuan's pig pen was picked up by his family.
Jiang Yuan shoveled the pig manure into the bucket, and Fu Jiu started to pick it up.
"Don't come, let the third uncle come."
Jiang Yuan was afraid that Fu Jiu's body bones were not strong and it would be bad if he was crushed.
The third uncle glanced at Fu Jiu. If there was no Fu Jiu, he would be very willing and happy to help Jiang Yuan.
After all, he had picked it twice some time ago.
But why can Mao let him come if he doesn't?
The third uncle knelt down, picked up the pole, and walked out of the yard.
Fu Zhi looked at this scene, twitched the corner of his mouth, and rubbed his eyes.
He couldn't help but take a look at Jiang Yuan. This woman could instruct the king of a country to pick up the manure...
He is indeed a talent.
She was the only one who dared.
Jiang Yuan came out of the pigsty and fetched water to rinse the pigsty clean.
Then she saw Fu Zhi standing there looking at her.
Jiang Yuan tilted his head: "Do you want to try it?"
Fu Zhi:......
"No."
He waved his hand, this girl must not be very smart...
Does he look like he wants to rush into the pig pen?
However, no wonder the emperor called her Ajin.
Her appearance, eyebrows and eyes look exactly like Concubine Jin.
Fu Zhi narrowed his eyes. He originally thought she was just a village girl Fu Jiu married in the countryside, but now it seems...
It shouldn't be that simple.
Jiang Yuan's hand slowly clenched, and the sign was a huge spiritual balloon on his forehead.
"Your temper..."
Fu Zhi sometimes doesn't know how to evaluate the person in front of him.
Sometimes he is too mature and steady for someone of his age, but sometimes he is modest and steady but also has a hint of vigor.
"You seem to be very confident in yourself?"
"How can you not know the depth of some things when you hold them in your hands?"
To put it bluntly, he is very confident in his medical skills.
"But it seems to me that you are not in good health?" Even though it was only two days since he came back from this trip, he could tell that his health was not as good as that of an ordinary person.
"My wife has better medical skills"
Jiang Yuan shoveled the pig manure into the bucket, and Fu Jiu started to pick it up.
"Don't come, let the third uncle come."
Jiang Yuan was afraid that Fu Jiu's body bones were not strong and it would be bad if he was crushed.
The third uncle glanced at Fu Jiu. If there was no Fu Jiu, he would be very willing and happy to help Jiang Yuan.
After all, he had picked it twice some time ago.
But why can Mao let him come if he doesn't?
The third uncle knelt down, picked up the pole, and walked out of the yard.
Fu Zhi looked at this scene, twitched the corner of his mouth, and rubbed his eyes.
He couldn't help but take a look at Jiang Yuan. This woman could instruct the king of a country to pick up the manure...
He is indeed a talent.
She was the only one who dared.
Jiang Yuan came out of the pigsty and fetched water to rinse the pigsty clean.
Then she saw Fu Zhi standing there looking at her.
Jiang Yuan tilted his head: "Do you want to try it?"
Fu Zhi:……
"No."
He waved his hand, this girl must not be very smart...
Does he look like he wants to rush into the pig pen?
However, no wonder the emperor called her Ajin.
Her appearance, eyebrows and eyes look exactly like Concubine Jin.
Fu Zhi narrowed his eyes. He originally thought she was just a village girl Fu Jiu married in the countryside, but now it seems...