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Outhouse?!
"Eh, Mister Sixth, you want to use the outhouse, huh? Well, you go ahead; I won't be joining you. I'm not in a rush."
Loudmouth pinched his nose and stopped in his tracks.
But Liuzi just smiled benevolently and said, "Guang Douqiang, I'm not in a hurry either. Come on, say hello to your newest service client!"
Following Liuzi's gesturing hand, Da Qiangzi saw two chamber pots with a suspicious yellowish substance on their surface. Unable to hold back, he retched loudly on the spot.
After scrubbing pots for three days straight, Da Qiangzi was sickened to his core. What made it worse was that every time he was dizzyingly hungry and about to eat, Liuzi only ever brought him steaming yellowish cornmeal porridge.
Just the sight of this porridge made him vividly recall the "scenery" in the pots, and his stomach would start churning, leaving him unable to take a single bite.
