Daqi Qianlong

The setting sun made the dirt roads in Manhuang Town hot, and there was an indescribable smell floating in the air - the smell of livestock manure, the strong taste of inferior soju, and a bit like... The mold of rotten wood in hot weather. Shen Yan was carrying two empty wooden barrels. The blisters on the soles of his feet were bruised by the coarse cloth shoes. Every step he took was like stepping on the tip of a knife. He had just dumped the last bucket of filth from the cesspit at the east end of the town. In the three-patched coarse cloth purse around his waist, there were three copper coins he earned today. This was the reward he received for carrying ten loads of water for Zhang Dahu, helping Widow Li chop a yard of firewood, and cleaning up the pig water for Butcher Wang for a long time. "Trash! What are you doing standing still?" A rough roar sounded from behind. Butcher Wang's fat body swayed over with his footsteps, and the boning knife in his hand shone coldly in the sunset. "I just asked you to dump the pig farther into the water. How dare you fall on the back wall of my shop? Have you forgotten how your father lost his head?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.