"Hey, hey, hey, don't let the cow crap in the middle of the road! Clean it up, clean it up!"
In front of Sky Vessel Tower.
The man's trouser legs were smeared with black mud. Seeing the carriage driver, he quickly led the old water buffalo past, but who knew the old buffalo would go berserk halfway through, stand still, splay its hind legs, half-squat, and plop a pile of dung.
The Minor Officials from the Fishing Tax Office were all dumbfounded, clutching their whips tightly. King Yue was coming, and a pile of dung had been dropped in the middle of the street!
Liang Qu turned his head at the noise.
"Quick, quick, get it cleaned up!"
"Yes, yes, yes."
Faced with a superior, the Minor Official didn't dare to lash out with his whip. He urged the man repeatedly, pinching his nose to make sure the man cleaned up properly.
Liang Qu looked away and stepped inside. Long Binglin and Long Eying flanked him to the left and right, half a step behind.
