Chapter 30 - 30: 30 times stronger than the stench of death

Translator: 549690339

He lifted his left hand against the wall, measuring the height, which was indeed not too high, about 1.6 meters.

“Su Qingyue, what the hell are you doing in there, stinky old woman? I’ve been asking you for half a day and you won’t answer!” Xiao Yuchuan was both worried and anxious, “If you don’t open the door, I’ll kick it open!”

He kicked the door a couple of times, stepped back, ready to deliver the heaviest kick, and charged..

Su Qingyue just happened to open the door, and if it had been anyone else, they would have been seriously injured.

Thanks to her quick reflexes, she instinctively stepped aside.

Bang!

Xiao Yuchuan kicked past the door, couldn’t stop in time, and fell, injuring his buttocks and howling in pain, “Wife, you’re too cruel! You knew I was going to kick the door open and deliberately set me up!”

Su Qingyue looked at his swollen face and grinned with schadenfreude.

“Hmph!” Xiao Yuchuan snorted, rubbing his nearly-split-in-two buttocks well, they were already two halves, but they hurt so bad it felt like they were splitting into four – and glared at her, “If I died, you’d be happy, huh.” She understood what he was saying and nodded her head politely. “You…” he clenched his teeth in anger, “Stinky old woman!”

She knew he was cursing her, but she didn’t care and flicked her hair; she indeed stank, and an honest person was innocent. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“You stinky old woman, apologize to me, and tell me you won’t run away or steal anymore!” He didn’t care about the pain of falling, but he was very concerned about this. As soon as he finished, he remembered that she couldn’t speak.

Why did he always forget that she was mute?

It pained his heart again.

Su Qingyue didn’t ‘listen’ to his ramblings and, under the sun that didn’t dry things, felt even stinkier as the temperature rose.

She wanted to take a shower!

This morning, when she woke up covered in stench, she wanted to take a shower. The water jar was empty, and even though the benefactor’s younger brother carried back a load of water with two wooden buckets slightly larger than ordinary ones, they only contained half a tub of water.

Considering her dirtiness and stench, she felt that two buckets — or even two or three tubs – of water wouldn’t be enough.

Moreover, it wasn’t good to take a cold shower; it would take a lot of time and effort to heat enough water. She feared that by the time one pot was heated up, the other would have cooled down already. Staying at someone else’s house, it wasn’t convenient for her to keep replacing the warm water.

So, seeing that the sun was shining brightly today, she decided to wait until the afternoon, when the sun would have warmed the river water a bit, and then go to the river and have a good wash.

As for clothes to change into… there were no women’s clothes in the main bedroom’s wardrobe, and probably not in the secondary bedroom either.

Earlier, the benefactor’s younger brother had offered her some clothes by the main bedroom’s wardrobe, but she didn’t think about taking a shower just yet. Seeing his foul facial expression, she didn’t feel comfortable and didn’t take them.

When she passed by the window of the secondary bedroom, she caught a glimpse of the clothes of the person sitting on the bed inside, who was a man.

Asking a sick person for clothes wasn’t polite, and the benefactor’s younger brother was stingy even about lending her a mirror.

Now, if he asked her to lend him clothes, she wouldn’t want to.

She could have borrowed clothes from her benefactor, but he wasn’t at home.

Never mind, at worst she would go to the river to take a bath and find a secluded spot to wash these rags she was wearing, then spread them out in the sun to dry, or if that didn’t work, wear them on her body to ‘air-dry’. Even if she catches a cold, it’s better than stinking to death..