Old Gong is injured.

The wound fell on the bed.

The punches and falls of Pang Da were really not light, which almost made him unable to walk anymore.

If Xiao Yun hadn't rushed up and punched her huge belly twice, Lao Gong might have been buried in a wilderness.

A widower like him died and died in the wild again. Perhaps no one would care about it for a few days or ten days. At most, the Liu Mansion said a few words, why no one came to collect the feces? Apart from that, there was nothing else to say.

Fortunately, when Xiaoyun saw Pang Da’s envoy coming out to “push the window and look at the moon”, he felt something was wrong. That move was not called “pushing the door and looking at the door”, but called “pushing the window and looking at the moon”.

This is not the martial arts of the Huashan Sect, but the routine in Wudang Kung Fu.

Xiaoyun could see the way at a glance, and could understand how to crack it at a glance. These things were placed in front of him, almost as funny as the one who showed off his skills and the one who sold articles.

I don’t know where Pangda learned a trick and half of the stance from, but he actually wanted to learn from others and learn from others to mingle with martial arts.

"Oh."

Xiaoyun covered Lao Gong with a quilt and breathed a sigh of relief. He now felt a headache when he thought of these martial arts moves.

He didn't want to remember it.

The portal is quiet and the alleys are empty.

There was no other sound than the children's play and the women's laundry.

This is one of the quietest alleys nearby, and few people have ever come.

Xiaoyun carried the largest dung bucket and went out alone, with his pace very fast.

"You can ignore other places for now, but you have to go to this trip to Liu Mansion."

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Dong, Dong, Dong.

The door knocker buckles and makes three light sounds.

As soon as the sound rang, the door opened slowly.

The two servants were still guarding the door. Xiaoyun still remembered that one of them was surnamed Zhang.

"Brother Zhang, I'm here to collect feces again."

When Zhang Jiading opened the door, he had a flattering smile, but when he saw that it was Xiaoyun, he immediately turned dark: "You? Are you the apprentice who collected feces with Lao Gong?"

Nowadays, everyone has an apprenticeship in their own fields, but this is the first time Xiaoyun heard that there is an apprentice who carries manure, and it seems that there is no need to learn this thing.

"Yes."

Zhang Jiading kicked Xiaoyun's hand with a weak kick and said angrily: "Your hands are so dirty that you can't knock on the door knocker. Don't you know?"

The cold wind blew, and Xiaoyun stood there, a little at a loss.

Zhang Jiading's voice was colder than the cold wind, and he said, "Old Gong always called the door directly when he came. He would never touch the door. You must remember next time and don't make mistakes again! If your hands are chopped off, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance!"

Xiaoyun looked at his hands. He washed them with water before going out. It was indeed not dirty. Perhaps it was cleaner than Zhang Jiading's hand covered with dirt in his fingernails.

But he was not qualified to refute, so he could only nod and walk in silently.

This little thing is not something Xiaoyun takes to heart. Every place has its rules, which he can understand.

After entering the door, I still walked through a stone path, but I could no longer see the young and beautiful Miss Liu and the handsome and beautiful Jianke Li on the road.

After winding around, Xiaoyun came to the gray house again. Before the door was opened, a familiar smell was already coming towards Xiaoyun.

Xiaoyun calmly opened the door, put down the manure bucket, skillfully picked up one by one, poured all the manure water inside together.

Wow...

It is steady and never leaks a single bit.

He has a good grasp of his strength, his speed is neither fast nor slow, and he is even full of a balanced beauty. If someone watches here, he will definitely think that his hands have magical power.

Just when Xiaoyun was about to bring the last dung bucket, someone suddenly broke in.

The man didn't have time to appreciate his movements, but said impatiently: "Doing collectors, you go out for a while. I'll make some convenience first. You can come in after the convenience is over!"

Xiaoyun looked at the man in surprise. The person who came was Zhang Jiading who was guarding the door.

Zhang Jiading held an exquisite small wooden barrel in his hand, and the barrel was covered with yellow soft satin. The surface of the satin was slightly moist at this time, but it was still as clean as new.

"you......"

Zhang Family Ding glared at Xiaoyun fiercely and said hurriedly: "Go out quickly, hurry up!"

He seemed to be very anxious, so Xiaoyun had to walk out the door obediently and bring it with him.

But Xiaoyun felt a little strange, because he saw that Zhang Jiading was not as anxious as going to the toilet, but as anxious as those who had entered a brothel, holding the girl's hand and wishing to take off their clothes immediately.

Xiaoyun stood outside the door, and some murmurs came from inside the room.

If it were changed to ordinary people, it would be difficult for them to stand outside the door to hear these whispers, but Xiao Yun was clear-headed and had a much better hearing than ordinary people. In this quiet place, he could hear Zhang Jiading's self-talk clearly.

“Huhh…so comfortable.”

"Luckily, that bitch Liu Rushui is sick and can't afford to rest. Otherwise, I wouldn't give her the chance to put her slurry in the back... This is where her butt sits, and this is even more forward..."

Zhang Jiading's voice became more and more urgent, and even the volume became louder.

"This is what she has been through, and there is also the wet spilling out from there...ah..."

"Miss Liu...Liu Rushui...Stupid bitch, you stinky bitch, I'm going to fuck you to death!"

A sound of relief almost came out in a low growl, and Zhang Jiading suddenly seemed to be much more relaxed.

This process happened in just dozens of breaths. Xiaoyun's expression was complicated and he didn't know what to do.

After hearing the sound, he of course knew what Zhang Jiading was doing inside, but he really shouldn't have been in charge.

At this moment, Zhang Jiading's vicious laughter came from inside: "I will apply this thing on it and take it to you immediately. Maybe you can still get pregnant with my child and let you marry Li Anzi, hahaha..."

When she said this, Xiaoyun couldn't help but frown.

Liu Rushui gave him and Lao Gong a quilt, which should be considered a kindness to him. Can he see a benefactor suffering such an "accident"?

Xiaoyun thought silently for a while, and Zhang Jiading had already walked out, with a satisfied and comfortable expression, and was still holding the small bucket in his hand.

The only difference from his entry was that the layer of yellow satin covering the mouth of the bucket was even more wet.

Zhang Jiading held the bucket and nodded to Xiao Yunnu, saying, "You go. After packing up, hurry up and leave!"

He looked at Xiaoyun up and down for a while, thinking that Xiaoyun had not discovered what he had done before leaving with peace of mind.

"You...wait!"

Zhang Jiading stopped and turned around, stared at Xiaoyun with some guilt and vigilance, and said, "What do you want to do?"

Xiaoyun originally didn't like talking to such people, but now he has to say it.

"Down the bucket, wash the satin on it and put it back?"

A hint of panic flashed in Zhang Jiading's eyes, but he was not surprised but angry. He was angry and anxious, and said with red eyes: "What to wash? Do you use your bucket of feces to wash it?"

"I'm dirty and digging, and I'm still wearing my face!"

He was still not satisfied with his anger, so he put down the bucket, rushed over, kicked Xiaoyun in the chest with a kick!
Chapter completed!