A week passed by in a hurry.

Harvest is more like a cycle of reincarnation for farmers. Although nothing is more important than this, they also want to eat and drink water without any sacredness.

For Yang Xiong, the past week has been a seven-day tour in hell! Harvesting wheat seems to be no different from being cut in half. The wheat ears are threshed and dried, but Yang Xiong feels that he has not only gone to hell, but also tastes many tortures such as the punishment of the broiling hand and the sun!

Of course, like him, Ye Hun didn't know about farming. But that kid had a strong nerve that others didn't have. He used to train his waist and dry his shells to dry his hair, and he only regarded it as practicing fingering and grip. In just two days, he had completely adapted to farming work, and even the old farmer-style old Dingtou praised him as a good child. What about Yang Xiong? Others had been working for seven days, he had been working for seven days, and he had been working for seven days, and he had been working for seven days. Yang Laizi was his only harvest in these seven days. But he couldn't beat someone up. Because he had no capital to be isolated at all, and he did not have the ability to be arrogant in Xiangyang Castle!

It was another sunny day, and Ye Hun, who had nothing to do, looked like he was wandering around the bare wheat fields every day. And Yang Xiong followed closely like a scattered child as usual. After seven days of autumn harvest, he suffered seven days of sin. Not only did he not erase his evil thoughts, he became even more greedy and paranoid!

Everything is for Ye Hun's Tibetan silver, everything is for the restoration of his official position! I reminded myself over and over again, and by chance, I arrived at the wheat field in Xiangyang Castle again. Ye Hun in front stood up like a week ago.

No! The little bastard found me again! Looking around, the wheat field was bare and there was no cover. Fortunately, there was a big pit with weeds on the edge not far from him. Although the pit was dirty, Yang Xiong could not care about those things now, so he jumped and jumped directly into it.

Not far away, Ye Hun also turned his head to check, obviously, he didn't seem to find anything. Yang Xiong breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a sense of pride! So what can I do if I was called a leper? Isn't this light technician silently? Although there is a little bit of mud around it, it's still very smelly... Hum? What's going on? When I looked down, Yang Xiong almost vomited! What would the small pit beside the wheat field be used for? Naturally, it's used for compost! The autumn harvest is indeed over, but there is also winter wheat. What did the farmer do before farming, so it's naturally fermented manure!

"Damn mud legs, what's wrong with doing at the edge of the wheat field, but I've got so much shit!"

Yang Xiong was so angry! Little did he know that the cooked cake noodles he ate every day depended on these feces. He worked hard to avoid vomiting. But luck had to inhale. He took it hard inhale in the cesspool, no matter whether he vomited or not, at least the taste was absolutely impressive!

"By! Bear! Bear! Bear! Bear with a knife on the head! Bear anyway! As long as you pass this level, I will get a large sum of money and be able to regain your post! By then, Ye Hui, if I ask him to drink urine, he will have to drink urine, and if he wants him to eat shit..."

I was just in my heart. I suddenly looked up and Ye Hun was actually looking at him with a smile! Ah...Woo-Okay, I was startled by someone, and it was a normal reaction to shrank my head. Yang Xiong had forgotten that he was in the cesspool. Okay, he almost swallowed it directly into his stomach after a mouthful of Leng Xiang the next year! Now Yang Xiong was still concerned about anything else, and jumped out of the cesspool, squatted on the side of the road, and vomited in a dark place.

He also asked Ye Hun to eat shit in his heart, but he took a big bite first! Obviously, Ye Hun didn't know what he was thinking, so he ran to the distance to get a wooden barrel with a wooden pole. The cesspool was indispensable for buying the sky, and naturally, there was a ditch. A few buckets of water covered their heads and cried out. Yang Xiong, who was covered with feces, was finally clean. However, when Ye Hun filled a bucket of water and was about to pour it on Yang Xiong's head, he snatched it.

"Brother Yang, that wooden barrel is..."

"What's the wooden barrel? Ye Hun, I finally came to the wheat field, are you so happy to see me fall into the cesspool?"

After all, he is a good at scheming, and even if he is quibbling, he can speak with confidence! But Ye Hun on the other side has a very strange face. From Yang Xiong's perspective, he can even interpret jokes and sympathy from his eyes.

"No, Brother Yang, this wooden barrel..."

"Ye Hun, what's going on with you? If you want to laugh, I'll laugh. What does it mean to always mention this wooden barrel?" Yang Xiong was furious and drank the water in the wooden barrel in a few sips, and then poured a bucket into the ditch next to him.

"Hmph, I'm from the countryside, a wooden barrel is so petty! After that, how much does this wooden barrel cost? I bought it for three times the price!"

"Forget it, whatever you want, it's all right!"

Ye Hun said, but turned his body directly. Seeing the situation of his shoulders shaking, he was clearly laughing!

Yang Xiong's heart was filled with fire, and he burst into a peak! He was about to start from above, but he was not careful that someone would talk to him later.

"Two soldiers, I'm mine. Do you know you've used it up?"

"It's been used up, it's been used up! You are Zhou Da from the west end of the village? I'm not here on the first day. Are you afraid that I will rely on you for a broken wooden barrel?"

"Mr. Jun, look at what you said." Zhou Da smiled. "Well, living at home is a must-have for all kinds of wooden barrels. Those with beams and covers are rice buckets, those with beams and not covered are water buckets, and those without beams and covers are toilets. These people don't have beams and covers are wooden poles... Of course, they are usually the manure spoon buckets that fill the fields..."

"Shenma! This is also a feces bucket? I just put water in it and drank it...don't you-"

Yang Xiong vomited again, and Ye Hun and Zhou Da were still talking sarcastic words to him. "I said to Brother Ye, Brother Yang fell into the cesspool. You clean him, why don't you tell him?"

"Who said I didn't remind him? Every time I wanted to say it, he would interrupt in advance and not let me finish it. Hey... it smells so smelly, it's so disgusting!"

"Very——Cough cough..."

"Ah? Then, you can't let him drink water in a feces bucket. You won't snatch it from him?"

"vomit--"

"What's this? I'm not a relative or acquaintance with him. He can't bite Lu Dongbin. Can I blame me?"

Zhou Da has no words now. "That's right, this Yang Jun Ye is usually very smart, why are you so confused... Hum? No! Yang Jun Ye is going to eat vomit again! Stop him!"

Zhou Da's scream echoed through the sky. Originally, Yang Xiong was so angry that he was dizzy that he accidentally fell into trouble. As a result, his voice... even though he was practicing Qigong well, he fainted with a burst of qi and blood.
Chapter completed!