That day, Yang Chuxia's fallow field had finally been dealt with.
Originally, once the fallow land was ploughed, they had planned to sow broad beans, but Yang Dachuan said that the soil was too poor. He suggested to bring back some manure and lay it in the field, otherwise nothing good would grow.
So Yang Chuxia went to find Land Officer Yang again and took a gong to the village and hit it once. Afterwards, she saw the villagers start to clean out their outhouses one cart at a time.
Five pennies per cart, who would not sell if they had it?
So, for two consecutive days, Yangshu Village was filled with a foul smell.
"I can't stand it anymore. It's fucking stinky." The smell had drifted far, and could be smelled from her house.
Seeing her pinching her nose and mouth, Ye Zi'an shook his head and chuckled.
"Shall we go for a walk on the little beach and see if there's any kind of marine goods we can pick up, instead of staying here smelling this odor."
