A short, plump, lipstick-faced woman brought a large bucket filled with the clothes of male servants, guards, and other men. The clothes were dirty, smelly, and heavily stained.
Ning Caijun lowered her head helplessly and could only grit her teeth and swallow her anger. She took the clothes and started to wash them.
After an hour, his hands were peeled off a layer of skin, and he finally managed to wash all the clothes.
Just after I finished washing, I saw a tall and fat security guard and the originally short and fat female family member walking towards me, leaning against each other.
"Are you done washing?"
The guard looked down upon the scholar without even looking at him. He was arrogant and rude, and looked down on everyone.
"Wash... done."
Ning Caijun was a little afraid of the other party, so she lowered her head and spoke cautiously.
"Xiaomei, go check it out!"
The short and plump woman, known as Ximei, carefully inspected each piece of clothing. After a while, she frowned and picked up a pair of socks. She exclaimed, "Why are these socks still so smelly? Poor scholar, there's such a big yellow spot on them. Did you wash them?"
"I washed it, I really washed it!"
"Nonsense, how did it get washed? Brother Zhao, come and tell me whether it was washed or not!"
The guard took the sock and angrily said, "Damn it, these are my socks. The yellow stain on them is from the dog shit I accidentally stepped on yesterday. You poor scholar, how dare you lie with your eyes open? You said you washed such a big yellow stain of dog shit?"
"Really...really washed it!" Ning Caijun wanted to cry but had no tears. She kept defending herself, her voice getting smaller and smaller, like the buzz of a mosquito.
"What did you use to wash it?" The security guard looked at the scholar with ill intention. The scholar was frightened and picked up a pig-bristle brush. He said frankly that he used the brush to brush it hard, but it couldn't be brushed off no matter what.
"You can't brush it off, right?" The guard got angry and snatched the pig-bristle brush from the other man's hand. He held down the scholar's weak body and began to scrub Ning Caijun's face with the brush. "You can't brush it off, you can't brush it off, I don't think you can brush it off!"
The hard steel pig bristle brush was rubbed against the face, making dense blood holes. A large piece of flesh was rubbed off violently, and the whole face was covered with hideous blood marks as if it had been scraped.
Ning Caijun was tortured to such an extent that she couldn't help but scream, and her sobbing voice could be heard throughout the backyard.
"Brother Zhao, listen to him screaming like a pig being slaughtered, it's so noisy!" The short and fat woman raised her fat mouth and complained in disgust.
Upon hearing this, the guard picked up a smelly sock and stuffed it into the scholar's mouth: "Cry! If you dare to cry out loud, just try and shut your mouth!"
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