SCW Chapter 59
Translator: Ichinonsense
Chapter 59 - Taking Care of Spiritual Plants (2)
"Screw off! You damned bitch, a broken face can only trembling and trembling before Father, ugly, you think you're helping me? Who cares even if you die!"
Yue Qianchou was furious, he kicked the bucket raised by Fu Rong and shouted again, "Screw off!"
The latter was frightened, she was trembling as she moved aside. The shabby clothes that wrapped the thin body was swaying, on her half disfigured face, tears started swirling in her eyes, but she didn't dare to utter any sound.
It was the first time in this world that Yue Qianchou felt so insulted. In addition that his temperament was ever changing, he was willing to be the bastard son and lower his head. However, once he got furious, let alone the poor looking Fu Rong of Foundation Establishment stage. The nascent soul stage Wu Baoru of the green light stage bitterly ate his scolding, Yan Shu with his core formation stage was also another example.
Looking at Fu Rong's face in front of him, the more Yue Qianchou saw it, the more hateful he became. He didn't care the difference of their cultivation nor how he wouldn't be able to win over Fu Rong. Instead, he went forward step by step, the malicious words spouted out, "Cry, cry, you only know how to cry! Don't you know what you look like? Dead Yin Yang face, ugly, the more you cry the uglier you are, go die already!"
The poor Fu Rong was forced to step back against the wall. She listened to his viciousness but it didn't make her cry. She resisted the crystal tears to drop from her eyes, it was a pitiful scene. If looked closely, although Fu Rong face was disfigured, her eyes were unusually bright and beautiful, the tears converged on her eyes reflected her tenderness and kindness.
He wondered whether she was really stupid, timid, or kind. With her cultivation, she would be able to easily kill Yue Qianchou as if cutting vegetables, however, she remained resigned.
In this way, an average looking man forced an ugly and weak woman on the corner of the wall. The two eyes faced each other, the combination of fury and pitifulness.
After a long time, Yue Qianchou's fury seemed to have gradually disappeared. Fu Rong loosened her fingers that pinched the corner of her clothes, she murmured, "I'll get to work, it is late, Elder Lan might get unhappy."
In fact, Fu Rong's voice was very nice, it fits together with her the thin, neat, and white teeth. The light words she said somewhat soothed the heated atmosphere.
Yue Qianchou was startled, his own voice was so loud before, wouldn't the old fogeys in the yard hear him? He was too impulsive.
Seeing he didn't speak, Fu Rong slowly moved out from the wall. The bucket that was kicked away by Yue Qianchou was carefully picked up, her eyes glanced at him from time to time, apparently still a bit afraid of him. Then she took a white pill from the clothing bag and threw it toward the side of the pit.
Throwing a medicinal pill into a shithole? Yue Qianchou seemed to have forgotten his previous antics, he was looking curiously.
As the pill sank, the excrement pit reacted, bubbles began to form and some tawny things floated on the surface of the pit. Yue Qianchou stared with dizziness, he had the urge to vomit. He couldn't move closer to the pit, he couldn't bear to move at all. Although he came from a remote village, it was a long time ago. Fu Rong on the other hand calmly stood on the side with a blank expression on her face.
Yue Qianchou breathed in with a strange feeling, the original deep stench was diminishing, to be replaced by a faint fragrance. It must be the effect of the pill, he wanted to see what was going on, but looking at a pile of excrement, he dismissed his idea.
Fu Rong folded her shabby sleeves, the two crystal white small arms reached out, she grabbed the long shovel and began to load a big amount of excrement into the two buckets. Yue Qianchou thought about how a waste it was, so good-looking hands to be used to do this kind of work. Fu Rong appearance was still calm and undisturbed.
After the two buckets were filled, Fu Rong inserted the pole between the two buckets. The slender body gently bent down, the hard pole fell on the thin shoulders, slightly struggling, the two buckets of excrement were picked up by the weak-looking woman. Before leaving, the solitary eyes glanced at Yue Qianchou, she said in a comforting way, "Please don't be angry, you can rest here, I can do it by myself."
That look...
In a flash, Yue Qianchou felt something was broken inside his chest.
"Is it a broken heart? No, but I feel so distressed. Why? What caused my distress? I'm not familiar with her." Asked Yue Qianchou in his heart.
Fu Rong's emaciated figure leaned forward while bearing her burden. With her cultivation, that kind of burden should be a piece of cake, but he always felt the incoordination seeing that skinny figure and two big buckets. Are the buckets too big? Is Fu Rong's body too thin?
Without knowing at it, Yue Qianchou's heart felt it was pierced, watching that unsteady figure bearing the burden.
"Wait!" Shouted Yue Qianchou, he hurriedly ran after her.
When she heard the shout, Fu Rong turned around and stared at Yue Qianchou. She was scared and stepped back. The tawny liquid in the bucket swayed and splashed on the ground, some fell on Fu Rong's worn-out clothes.
"Give it to me." Yue Qianchou reached out his hand with an expressionless face.
"No need," Refused Fu Rong as her slender body kept carrying the burden.
"Give it to me!" Shouted Yue Qianchou as he reached out again.
"It's dirty," Murmured Fu Rong.
"You are not afraid of getting dirty, how can I, give it to me."
"I... I'm used to it, I'm not afraid of getting dirty."
Yue Qianchou's heart was in an anxiety, he slowly asked, "Did you forget Elder Lan's words? Do you think Elder Lan will let me slide? Do you want me to be punished?"
Speaking of Elder Lan, Fu Rong's expression turned frightened and she didn't know what to do. Yue Qianchou didn't hesitate to reach out and forcefully took the burden off her shoulder, he turned and smiled, "Teach me how to do it and lead the way while I follow you." Finished saying, he put the burden on his shoulders.
Fu Rong nodded as she took a flustered step ahead. Yue Qianchou was disgusted and wanted to vomit, he carefully balanced the swinging of the two buckets.
The two people returned to the courtyard and Fu Rong led him to the garden where spiritual plants were cultivated. She gave the instructions on how to apply the fertilizer to the spiritual plants. Fu Rong originally wanted to do it by herself, but she was rejected by Yue Qianchou. She just needed to point it to him and he would do everything.
Yue Qianchou cooperated with Fu Rong with an unexpected gentleness. Fu Rong pointed to him where he should do it. The other beauties who were taking care of the spiritual plants in the garden all looked surprised. The ugly Fu Rong actually found a man to dirty his hands for her.
There were many spiritual plants to fertilize, and the excrement pit outside the fence was simply not enough. Fu Rong led him down the hill to find a place where the Myriad Fragrant Garden female disciples lived. There was a place resembling public toilets. There were many pits, the excretion ability of the female compatriots was not weak!
Yue Qianchou nearly fainted. He never thought that he would come to the ladies' toilets one day to pick up the women's excrement for fertilizer. Even more ridiculous was that there were many higher rank Martial Aunts queued. Am I going to pick up all these excrements? Even Martial Aunts are queuing to pick up excrement? He could only heave a sigh. Myriad Fragrant Garden's spiritual plants' area was big and the fertilizer was short in supply!
Chapter 59 - Taking Care of Spiritual Plants (2)
"Screw off! You damned bitch, a broken face can only trembling and trembling before Father, ugly, you think you're helping me? Who cares even if you die!"
Yue Qianchou was furious, he kicked the bucket raised by Fu Rong and shouted again, "Screw off!"
The latter was frightened, she was trembling as she moved aside. The shabby clothes that wrapped the thin body was swaying, on her half disfigured face, tears started swirling in her eyes, but she didn't dare to utter any sound.
It was the first time in this world that Yue Qianchou felt so insulted. In addition that his temperament was ever changing, he was willing to be the bastard son and lower his head. However, once he got furious, let alone the poor looking Fu Rong of Foundation Establishment stage. The nascent soul stage Wu Baoru of the green light stage bitterly ate his scolding, Yan Shu with his core formation stage was also another example.
Looking at Fu Rong's face in front of him, the more Yue Qianchou saw it, the more hateful he became. He didn't care the difference of their cultivation nor how he wouldn't be able to win over Fu Rong. Instead, he went forward step by step, the malicious words spouted out, "Cry, cry, you only know how to cry! Don't you know what you look like? Dead Yin Yang face, ugly, the more you cry the uglier you are, go die already!"
The poor Fu Rong was forced to step back against the wall. She listened to his viciousness but it didn't make her cry. She resisted the crystal tears to drop from her eyes, it was a pitiful scene. If looked closely, although Fu Rong face was disfigured, her eyes were unusually bright and beautiful, the tears converged on her eyes reflected her tenderness and kindness.
He wondered whether she was really stupid, timid, or kind. With her cultivation, she would be able to easily kill Yue Qianchou as if cutting vegetables, however, she remained resigned.
In this way, an average looking man forced an ugly and weak woman on the corner of the wall. The two eyes faced each other, the combination of fury and pitifulness.
After a long time, Yue Qianchou's fury seemed to have gradually disappeared. Fu Rong loosened her fingers that pinched the corner of her clothes, she murmured, "I'll get to work, it is late, Elder Lan might get unhappy."
In fact, Fu Rong's voice was very nice, it fits together with her the thin, neat, and white teeth. The light words she said somewhat soothed the heated atmosphere.
Yue Qianchou was startled, his own voice was so loud before, wouldn't the old fogeys in the yard hear him? He was too impulsive.
Seeing he didn't speak, Fu Rong slowly moved out from the wall. The bucket that was kicked away by Yue Qianchou was carefully picked up, her eyes glanced at him from time to time, apparently still a bit afraid of him. Then she took a white pill from the clothing bag and threw it toward the side of the pit.
Throwing a medicinal pill into a shithole? Yue Qianchou seemed to have forgotten his previous antics, he was looking curiously.
As the pill sank, the excrement pit reacted, bubbles began to form and some tawny things floated on the surface of the pit. Yue Qianchou stared with dizziness, he had the urge to vomit. He couldn't move closer to the pit, he couldn't bear to move at all. Although he came from a remote village, it was a long time ago. Fu Rong on the other hand calmly stood on the side with a blank expression on her face.
Yue Qianchou breathed in with a strange feeling, the original deep stench was diminishing, to be replaced by a faint fragrance. It must be the effect of the pill, he wanted to see what was going on, but looking at a pile of excrement, he dismissed his idea.
Fu Rong folded her shabby sleeves, the two crystal white small arms reached out, she grabbed the long shovel and began to load a big amount of excrement into the two buckets. Yue Qianchou thought about how a waste it was, so good-looking hands to be used to do this kind of work. Fu Rong appearance was still calm and undisturbed.
After the two buckets were filled, Fu Rong inserted the pole between the two buckets. The slender body gently bent down, the hard pole fell on the thin shoulders, slightly struggling, the two buckets of excrement were picked up by the weak-looking woman. Before leaving, the solitary eyes glanced at Yue Qianchou, she said in a comforting way, "Please don't be angry, you can rest here, I can do it by myself."
That look...
In a flash, Yue Qianchou felt something was broken inside his chest.
"Is it a broken heart? No, but I feel so distressed. Why? What caused my distress? I'm not familiar with her." Asked Yue Qianchou in his heart.
Fu Rong's emaciated figure leaned forward while bearing her burden. With her cultivation, that kind of burden should be a piece of cake, but he always felt the incoordination seeing that skinny figure and two big buckets. Are the buckets too big? Is Fu Rong's body too thin?
Without knowing at it, Yue Qianchou's heart felt it was pierced, watching that unsteady figure bearing the burden.
"Wait!" Shouted Yue Qianchou, he hurriedly ran after her.
When she heard the shout, Fu Rong turned around and stared at Yue Qianchou. She was scared and stepped back. The tawny liquid in the bucket swayed and splashed on the ground, some fell on Fu Rong's worn-out clothes.
"Give it to me." Yue Qianchou reached out his hand with an expressionless face.
"No need," Refused Fu Rong as her slender body kept carrying the burden.
"Give it to me!" Shouted Yue Qianchou as he reached out again.
"It's dirty," Murmured Fu Rong.
"You are not afraid of getting dirty, how can I, give it to me."
"I... I'm used to it, I'm not afraid of getting dirty."
Yue Qianchou's heart was in an anxiety, he slowly asked, "Did you forget Elder Lan's words? Do you think Elder Lan will let me slide? Do you want me to be punished?"
Speaking of Elder Lan, Fu Rong's expression turned frightened and she didn't know what to do. Yue Qianchou didn't hesitate to reach out and forcefully took the burden off her shoulder, he turned and smiled, "Teach me how to do it and lead the way while I follow you." Finished saying, he put the burden on his shoulders.
Fu Rong nodded as she took a flustered step ahead. Yue Qianchou was disgusted and wanted to vomit, he carefully balanced the swinging of the two buckets.
The two people returned to the courtyard and Fu Rong led him to the garden where spiritual plants were cultivated. She gave the instructions on how to apply the fertilizer to the spiritual plants. Fu Rong originally wanted to do it by herself, but she was rejected by Yue Qianchou. She just needed to point it to him and he would do everything.
Yue Qianchou cooperated with Fu Rong with an unexpected gentleness. Fu Rong pointed to him where he should do it. The other beauties who were taking care of the spiritual plants in the garden all looked surprised. The ugly Fu Rong actually found a man to dirty his hands for her.
There were many spiritual plants to fertilize, and the excrement pit outside the fence was simply not enough. Fu Rong led him down the hill to find a place where the Myriad Fragrant Garden female disciples lived. There was a place resembling public toilets. There were many pits, the excretion ability of the female compatriots was not weak!
Yue Qianchou nearly fainted. He never thought that he would come to the ladies' toilets one day to pick up the women's excrement for fertilizer. Even more ridiculous was that there were many higher rank Martial Aunts queued. Am I going to pick up all these excrements? Even Martial Aunts are queuing to pick up excrement? He could only heave a sigh. Myriad Fragrant Garden's spiritual plants' area was big and the fertilizer was short in supply!
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