Sturdy and pretty daughter-in-law Shanlihan

Chapter 93
Thinking that he didn't wipe his butt, he squatted down again, with a bitter face, "Daughter-in-law, don't you? No matter how much you like me, you can't pick this time to come in..."

Su Qingyue only glanced at it, then immediately backed out and closed the door of the hut.She was so angry that she cursed that stingy cat thousands of times in her heart. Damn it, she squatted in the hut without reminding her not to go in...

It's possible he said it and she didn't hear it.

But no matter what he went to the latrine, he had to lock the door, didn't he?

Let her see the scene of wanting to fuck his ancestors for eighteen generations so much.

Seeing that Qingyue had gone out, Xiao Yuchuan continued to stretch with confidence, "Damn, I ate too much and stretched too much. I wanted to go to the latrine last night. In order to guard you, my daughter-in-law who has a high fever, I insisted on pulling The feces were all held back. I said daughter-in-law, you are really shameless. You deliberately picked this time to come in because you wanted to see me... right? Don't worry, there are super!"

Su Qingyue clutched her stomach outside and looked around. Those who could fit within the fence would have to go to the huts, or go to the mountains not far away.

With her current serious injury, it is not convenient for her to climb over the fence, and she will not feel safe if she is too old to go into the deep mountains and the village.

Therefore, we can only wait for the people inside to come out.

After waiting for a while, the stingy cat inside remained still, but a bad smell wafted out.

She clutched her stinky child and waited.

If it's a trumpet, she'll take advantage of the fact that there's no one around, so it's fine to deal with it urgently, but she's also in a hurry to grow up, it will take time!

"Daughter-in-law, are you still outside?" Xiao Yuchuan asked loudly, "Go away if you are here, I don't know what happened today, it smells so bad...I'm really afraid that it will smell you..."

He raised his hand and fanned the wind at the end of his nose, "If you want to see me, I'll show you when I go back to my room, so you don't need to come here specially...how embarrassing it is for you to bump into me like this!"

The people outside didn't respond, but knocked heavily on the door of the hut a few times, but the unbolted door opened again.

Fortunately, Su Qingyue turned her head in time, and closed the door by the way.

Xiao Yuchuan understood this time, "Daughter-in-law, it turns out that you have to go to the latrine too. If I had known I would go to the mountain for a dip, I would have asked you to come up first."

Hastily said the last point, wiped his buttocks, pulled up his pants and walked out.

Su Qingyue walked in immediately, the smell from her ancestors was still there, she felt so violently fanning the wind in her nostrils, she closed the hut, and wanted to unbolt the latch, but she didn't know there was no latch on the door.

No wonder it went in as soon as it was pushed.

Seeing that dead guy still standing outside, she was afraid that he would come in suddenly, so she ran to the fence in a hurry, pulled out a wooden stick that was as thick as a hand and more than one meter long, and came back, closed the door of the hut, and used the wooden stick withstand.

Only then can you solve the major issues in life with confidence.

After finishing the solution, her face froze... Looking around, there was no tissue in the hut...

Farmhouses in ancient times certainly did not have soft toilet paper towels available. It is estimated that toilet paper has not been invented yet, and ordinary farmhouses probably did not have such things as rice paper.

but……

Why Mao doesn't even have anything to wipe his butt.I saw a few sticks more than ten centimeters long and half finger thick in a low bamboo basket in the corner.

That's 'toilet paper'.Well, use sticks and sticks, but those are all used!
How can she wipe her ass now.

With a mournful face and a flat mouth, he wanted to commit suicide.

Whoever donates a few small sticks and sticks will do, instead of extravagantly wasting paper towels, and to solve her urgent needs, she must be grateful to the eighteen generations of the other party's ancestors.

(End of this chapter)