Su Husheng was stunned. He had never heard of words like "toilet" or "bathroom" before.

However, from what she said, one could guess that it was probably a more elegant term for something like a latrine or a washroom.

But, is it just about using small pipes to replace people carrying water?

Automatic showering/cooling from a spray nozzle?

A clean, odorless outhouse where you could even eat?

The waste flushed away doesn't need any further treatment; it naturally ferments into fertilizer, saving you the trouble of composting!

Can these beautiful things, which seem to exist only in the realm of gods, really be made?

From his father’s father to many fathers, even before the establishment of the Great Yu Dynasty, the people carried water by hand and shoulder, bathed in large wooden tubs, and lived in stinky outhouses that were always crawling with maggots.

Even the wealthy families in the city are not much different from the country folk in these matters.

If there is any difference, it is that these tasks are done by a group of servants.

He suddenly couldn't help but wonder if, if he could really make these novelties that Su Hua mentioned, it would mean that the lifestyle that had been passed down for hundreds of years would be changed forever.

At that time, not only will the Su family be different, but millions of homes in Shanghe Village, Cangwu Town, and even Qingshui County and Tangshan Prefecture will also be transformed.

Su Husheng's thoughts were in turmoil, and it took him a long time to control his excitement.

“Hua’er’s suggestions are indeed novel. However, whether it is ordinary cedar, linden or hazel, it is easy to rot once it gets wet. This outhouse... no, I mean toilet and bathroom, these are things that need to be used year after year. I’m afraid that if they are made, they will not be able to withstand the flow of water. Wouldn’t we have to replace them frequently?”

Seeing that he didn't deny it but instead thought about it carefully, Su Hua couldn't help but smile. "Brother Husheng, don't worry. I've already planned for the waterproof material. It just depends on whether you can make the items in the picture for me."

"I'll try my best." Su Husheng nodded gently, then added, "However, I have limited time to learn the craft, so I'm afraid the finished product won't meet Hua'er's expectations."

Upon hearing this, Su Hua blinked and smiled, "I believe Brother Husheng."

She was unaware of Su Husheng's craftsmanship until she saw the solid wood table he was polishing.

Although this table is just the most common eight-immortal table in the village, its workmanship and appearance are impeccable. The polished tabletop is so smooth that not a single splinter can be found, which shows that Su Baishi's praise for it is truly genuine.

As for being quiet... craftspeople, and even artists, are mostly taciturn, so it doesn't affect them at all.

What's even more remarkable is his willingness to cooperate.

After the waterproofing materials are completed, she plans to ask Su Husheng to make some everyday decorative items to decorate her new home.

Fortunately, there are many large trees on Fuhu Mountain, and her family has many able-bodied adults. She is also naturally strong, so even if it is solid wood furniture, the cost will not be too high. Otherwise, she would have to secretly feel sorry for her not very rich wallet.

After agreeing on the cooperation details, Su Bai and her daughter prepared to go home, as the family business and house construction both required their assistance. Su Hua also planned to visit Tongxin Alley in Qingshui County today.

As soon as the two left the hospital, the gate of the Xiao family next door opened in response.

Then, a slightly tired-looking figure walked out.

"Old Lady Xiao?" Madam Su frowned slightly.

But the person in front of them seemed not to see Su Bai and her companion at all. He was carrying a basin of dirty clothes and walking towards the river with his head down. His feet seemed to be trembling, and he slipped on the pebbles on the ground several times.

"What's wrong with this old hag today?" Su Bai was extremely puzzled. Her slanted eyes swept over the woman's sparse hair, and then her gossip-loving fire ignited clearly.

"Whenever this old woman goes out, she always has a silver hairpin in her hair and a silver bracelet on her wrist. She tells everyone that it is a token of love given to her by Old Man Xiao."

For seventeen years, there wasn't a single time when he didn't flaunt his wealth, whether openly or subtly.

This is the first time I've seen her without makeup today. Who knows, that old geezer Xiao Zhong must have found another woman and done something to wrong her..."

Su Hua's lips twitched as she listened. With just a change in a hairpin and a bracelet, her mother could conjure up a vivid and dramatic scene of the Green Green Grassland. There was really no one else like her.

But then she thought about it again, and realized that she hadn't run into Xiao Chenshi even once in the past two weeks since she saw her at Xiao Jinhan's door.

Compared to his arrogant and unreasonable behavior that day, his current dejected appearance is indeed abnormal. Moreover, he has obviously lost a lot of weight, and his whole body is decadent and without any vitality, as if half of his soul has been taken away.

Although he had only met Xiao Zhong once, he did not seem like a shallow person who liked to philander.

Just as Su Hua was wondering what was going on, she suddenly heard a 'rip' sound from the courtyard wall.

Following the sound, I met a pair of amber eyes.

The owner of the amber eyes was about sixteen or seventeen years old. He wore a well-tailored camel-colored dress and matching cotton shoes. He had handsome features, ink-black hair, and dark blue eyebrows.

The light in her eyes beneath her brows... was as clear and innocent as that of a four- or five-year-old child.

The boy stuffed a steaming hot chicken leg into his mouth with his left hand, while using his right hand to leap onto the wall and sit on it.

He glanced at her once, then timidly lowered his head again.

Of course, after lowering his head, he didn't forget to take a bite of the big chicken leg in his hand. Moreover, when he was biting the chicken leg, he first turned his head away and then skillfully covered it with his sleeve, just like a little child secretly eating behind the adults' backs.

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