She stood up, but as soon as she reached the door, she paused, struggling to ask, "Has the toilet been cleaned?"
Liang Meifen nodded, "I went over this afternoon, and it was already cleaned. I heard Old Man Bao, the nightsoil collector, cursed for twenty minutes in anger."
They had made such a mess, leaving it all over the place, and Old Man Bao had to clean up after them. It was quite unreasonable.
However, this matter had nothing to do with Zhao Guihua. She tucked her hands into her sleeves and went out. Ah, the strong smell still lingered. She didn't know how long it would take for the smell to dissipate. At this moment, Zhao Guihua was once again grateful that it was a cold winter. If it were summer, she couldn't even imagine what would happen.
She pondered for a moment, and if it were summer, she would have to muster the courage to stay at a relative's house.
It was absolutely unbearable to stay here.
