“Oh my God, my God, is this really a job that a human being can do??”
"It's such a smelly and dirty job, how can anyone make a living doing it? Are they immune to the smell?"
"Oh my god, I really can't stand it. I feel like I'm going crazy. I'm not here to help with work. I'm just here to die. I'm so stinky."
"I can't, I can't, I can't hold on anymore, I have to go out and vomit. Now I feel like my stomach is churning, uh, uh..."
Although Wang Shichao, a native of the capital, was affected by the smog, facing such a large area of stinky chicken manure that needed to be cleaned up, this was really the first time for Wang Shichao that a big girl had been on a sedan chair.
And precisely because it was the first time he saw so much chicken manure, the poor young man Wang Shichao was so smoked that he vomited before even shoveling a few shovels of chicken manure.
But what I have to say is that this guy is also quite tenacious.
Even after being smoked and vomited.
Even after vomiting out all the breakfast in the morning.
But after gritting his teeth, he put on a mask and covered his mouth and nose, leaving only his eyes open. Then he gritted his teeth again and rushed into the chicken pen, then picked up the shovel and started shoveling the chicken manure.
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"I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, I can't hold on anymore, I'm quitting, I'm going home, I'd rather go to work than come here to suffer!!"
"No, you have to keep doing it. Brother Li Bu gave me all the medicinal wine from Lijiacun without a recipe. If I can't even do this small job well, then how can I have the face to continue with you?"
Does he want medicinal wine?"
The smell of chicken manure made Wang Shichao want to give up. At this time, there was an angel and a demon fighting in his mind.
The angel told him not to suffer and leave here quickly, while the devil asked him to continue and get more medicinal wine.
Although the temptation to leave here and return to the capital to enjoy happiness was great for Wang Shichao, who was currently living in a heap of chicken shit.
But the temptation to return to Beijing to enjoy the blessings suddenly became no longer so tempting in the face of medicinal wine.
After shaking his head hard and shaking away the thought of giving up, Wang Shichao gritted his teeth, held his breath, rushed into the innermost part, and then used a shovel to remove the chicken manure from the chicken pen.
, starting from the innermost part and going all the way to the door, it became a big pile.
After making a big pile of chicken manure, Wang Shichao immediately rushed out of the chicken pen and rushed to the faucet. Then, while quickly running water to wash his hands, he lowered his head and vomited violently at the sewage outlet.
After vomiting, Wang Shichao quickly took off his equipment, then washed himself at the faucet wearing a pair of underwear.
After washing himself, Wang Shichao ran under the mango tree, picked up the rice crackers and dried sweet potatoes that Li Bu brought as snacks, and basked in the sun while munching on these snacks to replenish his lost physical energy.
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After eating some snacks and basking in the sun, Wang Shichao wrinkled his nose and put on his own clothes. Then he put on a mask and rushed into the chicken pen. He picked up a shovel and started shoveling chicken manure onto the cart.
A chicken coop contains about a cart of chicken manure.
After filling the cart, Wang Shichao endured the soreness of his back and gritted his teeth as he pulled the cart of several hundred kilograms of chicken manure to an open space in the orchard. He poured out the chicken manure according to the traces on it, and then used
Push it away with a shovel to dry it in the sun.
After getting the chicken manure, Wang Shichao put the sawdust and chaff placed outside the chicken coop into the chicken coop, and sprinkled a layer of it all inside [this is to make it easier to clean up the chicken manure next time].
After finishing it, Wang Shichao closed the door of the chicken pen to prevent the free-range chickens from coming back before dark, then pulled the cart and headed towards the duck pen.
Compared with the smell of the chicken pen, the smell of the duck pen was worse, so Wang Shichao once again ran out and vomited violently.
"Oh my god, is this a job done by humans? It's deliberately designed to disgust me to death. I feel like this job is over. I can't even think about going back to the house to sleep tonight!!"
After vomiting, Wang Shichao complained again, complaining that this work was not done by humans.
But after he finished complaining, he put on his mask again, endured the discomfort, rushed into the duck pen, and started picking up the duck droppings with a shovel.
After shoveling all the duck droppings in the duck pen into a pile, Wang Shichao ran out again, quickly took off his clothes, and ran to the faucet to take a bath.
After taking a bath, Wang Shichao ran to the mango tree again, picked up rice crackers and snacks and started eating and drinking.
After eating, he lay down weakly under the mango tree. Li Bu began to rest in the rocking chair specially designed for Li Bu, and he fell asleep immediately after taking a rest.
"Hoo ho ho, this job really isn't done by humans, it really stinks. Next time when Li Zhiyou and the others have a holiday, I'd better ask my parents to come here and clean it up. I'm really not suitable for this job...
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"By the way, people like me who grew up in the countryside don't care about this taste anymore. Wang Shichao, the young man who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, must have fainted from vomiting by now, right?"
"Isn't it true that he vomited and fainted? Otherwise, it's been so long, and he should have been unable to bear it and called me, right? After finishing the stove, go down and take a look, don't really faint.
You’ll be in trouble in a heap of chicken shit.”
After Li Bu cleaned up the pigeon coop and took the pigeon droppings out to dry, he began to sit under a longan tree and mutter.
Just muttering, he immediately felt that something was wrong, and then he was so frightened that after closing the door of the pigeon house, he took the snakeskin bag and shovel and ran towards the orchard near the chicken pen.
When he ran to the chicken coop, Li Bu was stunned for a moment when he saw the chicken coop tidied up inside. He was very confused about how Wang Shichao, a young man, could keep the chicken coop so clean.
Then when he ran to the duck pen, he was stunned again. The duck manure inside had been shoveled into piles. The cart and shovels were all there, but Wang Shichao was the only one missing.
When he turned over again, Li Bu was shocked again. Wang Shichao's clothes were randomly discarded in the sun next to the faucet.
This scene couldn't help but make him think a little: "Oh my goodness, is it possible that there are people in our Lijia Village who like that, and then Wang Shichao, a fair and tender young man from the capital, had his clothes stripped and then did that?"
Thinking of this, Li Bu quickly ran towards the place where Li Zhiyou lived, ready to see if that house or his live broadcast room had become Wang Shichao's nightmare place.
As soon as he ran in front of the house, Li Bu's heart dropped.
At this time, Wang Shichao was shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts. He was huddled on the recliner. His face looked very painful. There were tears in the corners of his eyes, there were tear stains on his face, and there were some similar things on his body.
Blood marks from fingernails.
Seeing this, Li Bu knelt on the ground, held Wang Shichao's hand, and shouted with tears in his eyes: "Achao, I can't help you!"