After finally collecting a small basket of fallen leaves and weeds, she dragged the basket back to the edge of the field, found a slightly shady corner, and was about to empty the contents to dig a hole.
A sharp, harsh sound, like a piece of metal scraping the bottom of a pot, suddenly exploded from the side:
"Hey! Isn't this number 73, the useless cripple with severed meridians? What, unable to grow spiritual herbs, you've turned to collecting scraps?"
The sound was sharp and piercing, like a needle pricking into an ear canal.
Jiang Chan paused, her hand holding a half-full basket of fallen leaves and weeds, and her body instinctively tensed. She slowly turned around.
Manager Zhou walked over with his hands behind his back, taking measured steps. He was short and thin, like a bamboo pole, but his chin was so sharp it could plow the ground. His small eyes gleamed with a sharp light, and at that moment they were openly showing disgust.
He stopped a few steps away, pinching his nose, his eyebrows furrowed into a knot, as if Jiang Chan was holding not fallen leaves, but a pile of rotting, stinking flesh.
"Manager Zhou," Jiang Chan called softly, her eyes lowered. She suppressed the anger in her heart.
"Hmph!" Manager Zhou snorted heavily through his nose, kicking the edge of the basket beside Jiang Chan's feet with his toe. The force wasn't great, but it was full of insult. "Hey Bai Lin, are you exhausted? Or did you lose your brain from a stroke? What are you doing picking up these rotten leaves and broken weeds? Do you want to turn your lousy field into a garbage dump? Don't you even smell this?" He exaggeratedly fanned the air in front of his nose, as if there really was a terrible stench.
Jiang Chan looked at the fallen leaves on the ground. They did smell a bit rotten, but it wasn't nearly as bad as he described. She took a deep breath, her nails digging into her palms, forcing herself to lift her head, forcing a humble smile onto her face:
"Manager Zhou, please calm down. This disciple...this disciple just thought the soil in this field was too hard and dry, and wanted to...want to put something on top to retain some moisture. These leaves rotting on the ground can also...can loosen the soil, right? The sect rules...don't say we can't put fallen leaves and weeds on the ground..."
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