"Sir, these troublemakers are definitely organized!"
The bailiff approached the carriage and jogged to remind the prefect inside.
"Shut up!"
Once they left the village, the prefect could no longer contain himself and rebuked even his trusted confidants!
Does this obvious thing need him to remind me?!
If they were so capable, how come those shrewish women didn't stop him when they rushed over such a long distance?!
The prefect was furious.
The trusted constables, upon hearing the prefect's tone, were utterly horrified; their lord had never suffered such humiliation before...
He couldn't help but lower his head and shut his mouth.
The guards leading and protecting the route hurried along, barely daring to breathe...
They were afraid that the prefect would take his anger out on them.
Unexpectedly, they were walking too fast, and the leaders abruptly stopped...
Before the officer could warn him, he couldn't stop and crashed forward...
Needless to say, the carriage behind them was also present.
So, the first few groups of guards, like a human pyramid, were sent flying one after another, landing on the soft, warm object...
The constables screamed in agony, their cries echoing throughout the room...
The carriage was blocked by the fallen constables, and the prefect inside was suddenly thrown out, landing right on a pile of warm things...
Almost subconsciously, the prefect licked his lips...
He immediately looked up at what was on his face and in his mouth...
"ah!"
The prefect immediately roared in anger!
The constables behind him quickly got up, disregarding their own filth, and hurriedly helped the prefect to his feet.
The prefect staggered to his feet, wiped his face with his sleeve, and looked back to see that the hands of the men who had helped him were also covered in cow dung. He immediately shoved the two men aside forcefully...
The two stumbled twice and fell back onto the cow dung that hadn't been hit.
The prefect looked around and saw that the road he had passed on the way was covered with cow dung, so densely packed and neatly arranged that there was no place to step.
These idiots!
How are eyes formed?
I just saw it. If I had stopped in time, none of this would have happened!
A trusted constable rushed over and reminded the prefect again, "Sir, they must have deliberately piled these up; they weren't here when we arrived!"
The prefect finally lost his temper and slapped the constable with all his might!
He was beaten so badly that he fell back onto a pile of fresh cow dung...
The two constables responsible for leading the way stepped forward fearfully and asked the prefect for instructions:
"Sir, shall we continue or turn back?"
Continuing onward, the constables had to walk through excrement. When the prefect boarded his carriage, the interior was undoubtedly...
It smells like poop...
If we turn around, those unruly people might see us in such a sorry state and spread the word...
They might even have to detour through the city gate, at which point they wouldn't just be covered in dirt, but could also pick up disease...
The constable had to ask such a simple question. The prefect clenched his fists, raised his head, and roared angrily, then suddenly his eyes widened in fury...
I fainted from anger at the sight of those stupid lackeys...
That makes things easier.
The lead constable, after consulting with his beaten confidant, was once again mocked...
Several men were summoned, and together they lifted the prefect onto the carriage. The group, stumbling and trudging, returned along the same route...
Without Ning Xi'er and Qin Yuan having to bother publicizing it, their disheveled appearance would spread throughout the city and neighboring counties.
Calculate the round-trip time; how will they have the face to claim credit for Yongning's fight against the epidemic?
There's rarely this much cow dung in the city; if several groups of people fell into the dung heap, they definitely didn't enter the city...
In Yongning Village, the villagers clapped and cheered.
The old men carried winnowing baskets and hampers, looking at the mangled cow dung on the ground with heartache in their eyes.
They used to be perfectly fine, piled up in heaps, which could be dried and used as fuel, or used as compost in the fields...
Now we can only collect it little by little with a shovel.
Thinking about the angry roar I just heard at the village entrance, I feel relieved and exhilarated!
Ning Xi'er chuckled and glanced at Qin Yuan. She hadn't expected that her senior brother Xie Zhun, who looked so refined, would be so cunning!
But she likes this trick!
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