Just as he was thinking about it, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a strange growl in his stomach.
"It's supposed to come, but it's here!" Yang Yanrong smiled bitterly and quickly asked the old Chinese medicine doctor where the latrine was. The old Chinese medicine doctor looked at his handsome face and looked red from suppressing it. He suppressed his smile and pointed to the backyard.
Said: "Go through the back door and turn a corner and you'll be there!"
Yang Yanrong lamented, thought it was bad luck, picked up his pants and ran towards the backyard. Pan Xiangyun couldn't help but feel happy. He didn't expect that girl Murong would actually play such a trick and make her husband so miserable. He was angry and resentful, secretly
I made a decision that I must take revenge on that stinky girl once, otherwise I am afraid that I will really poison my husband next time.
Fortunately, although Pan Xiangyun has a bit of a fierce temper, she is not bad-hearted. The methods she can think of to subdue her will not cause her much misery. After all, she is also a girl's family.
Yang Yanrong was so angry! The disgusting smell in the latrine almost made him faint. After squatting in it for a stick of incense, Yang Yanrong felt much better. Just when he was about to get up, he felt that way.
Here it comes again. Now, Yang Yanrong even has the intention of committing suicide, and there is no end to it. Think about how he will spend his days with three days left!
As a last resort, she had no choice but to squat down again, her hatred for Murong Rong even more intense. She secretly said: "Little girl, just wait for me. One day, I will give you a taste of this second spring."
, let you try the feeling of squatting in a hut for three days without coming out.
When he thought of Murong Rong, who was dressed in white as snow, if he really squatted in the hut for three days, he didn't know what kind of situation he would be in. Would you like to take a peek? Thinking of this, the corners of Yang Yanrong's mouth turned up involuntarily.
He stood up with a lewd smile on his face.
Murong Rong, who was treating a patient, suddenly sneezed. She couldn't help but feel a little strange. She thought to herself, "I've always been in good health. How could I get sick? Could it be that autumn this year came too fast? Well, that must be the case."
It seems that I need to get some medicine to prevent me from getting sick, which will be uncomfortable.
Squatting down like this is not an option! Yang Yanrong couldn't help but secretly worry, knowing that he would be fine if he squatted for a while. If he squatted for a long time, he might accidentally be carried into the hut. Life and death are small matters, if he really fell.
If he went down and got covered in yellow and white stuff, it would be the biggest tragedy of this century.
Pan Xiangyun covered her nose and stood outside guarding Yang Yanrong. The patients who passed by the latrine looked at her strangely, thinking, what is this woman doing standing here? It's not like she has no place. Alas, these days, it's really weird.
There are so many every year, especially this year!
Looking at the people around her pointing fingers, she couldn't help but feel a fever in her face. However, when she thought that her husband was still enduring "torture" inside, Pan Xiangyun didn't feel anything. Humph! Just laugh, there's nothing so funny about it.
, aren’t you just like my husband after taking laxatives? Now that Xiangyun figured it out, he felt relieved and faced everyone’s eyes calmly.
"Mr. Chen, are you feeling better?" Pan Xiangyun saw that everyone around him had dispersed, so he boldly shouted inside.
"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, why don't you speak?" Pan Xiangyun couldn't help but become anxious when he saw no one answered.
Yang Yanrong was enduring the pain. When he heard Pan Xiangyun shouting "Mr. Chen" and "Mr. Chen" outside, he felt strange and thought to himself, "Who is this Mr. Chen? Why is she shouting so hard there?"
After a while, Yang Yanrong suddenly remembered that he was not the so-called "Mr. Chen" in Pan Xiangyun's mouth. Thinking that he was still deceiving as Chen Haonan, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. It seemed that he had to find an opportunity for Pan Xiangyun.
I made it clear, lest I forget the name of Chen Haonan later.
"I'm here, Xiangyun, don't worry!" Yang Yanrong responded quickly.
When Pan Xiangyun heard her husband's answer, she felt relieved.
"How are you now? Are you feeling better?" Pan Xiangyun asked again.
"It's still early! Isn't there still three days left? Oh, it would be great if there was a sitting toilet!" Yang Yanrong responded loudly. Suddenly, a light came into his mind. Yes, isn't the sitting toilet the solution to this problem?
What is the best way to do difficult squats? Why didn’t you think about it? Alas, if you don’t use your brain for a day, you will become stupid!
Yang Yanrong is the kind of person who does what he says. Now that he has figured out a way, why would he bother himself so much? He immediately told Pan Xiangyun his idea and asked her to find a mason immediately to make a so-called sitting
The toilet comes out.
Pan Xiangyun is not stupid either. When he heard what Yang Yanrong said, he immediately realized that this was a major change in the history of toilets. In fact, women in that era also suffered from the same pain as Yang Yanrong, because at that time, women had to pay for every month.
When menstruation comes, I will not go out for a few days, and stay at home, waiting for the so-called dirty things to drain out before I dare to go out. Now I heard my husband put forward such a very constructive idea, and it is also very good.
I'm happy because if my partner comes again in the future, I won't have to squat next to the toilet every day.
Pan Xiangyun said something to Yang Yanrong and left in a hurry. Soon, Pan Xiangyun found an old stonemason on the outskirts of the city. Several young apprentices carried a piece of bluestone and placed it neatly in the backyard. It took half an hour.
Time came up with the sit-down toilet that Yang Yanrong had previously imagined. Pan Xiangyun ingeniously wrapped a thick layer of cotton cloth around the stone toilet. Of course, the purpose of this is to prevent sitting for too long,
My butt is numb from sitting.
Yang Yanrong took a strong breath, wiped his butt, and staggered out of the latrine. At this time, his face was pale, his legs were even more weak, and his whole body seemed to be seriously ill.
Holding on to the wall, he watched several grown men place his newly invented sitting toilet in the latrine, and then returned to the latrine.
Sitting on this latest generation toilet, Yang Yanrong let out a long sigh of relief. This thing is still comfortable. The bottom of the buttocks is soft and not numb at all. He feels an indescribable sense of comfort all over his body.
The sitting toilet built by the old mason in the backyard of "Jishitang" has long attracted many patients who came to see the doctor and take medicine. Even the shopkeeper here came to watch the fun.
As soon as this novel thing came out, it immediately attracted everyone's attention. Seeing this simple structure, but extremely useful sitting toilet, everyone invited the old mason to build a sitting toilet for themselves. Pan Xiangyun had to pay,
But the old mason refused to accept it at all, and said with a smile: "I can't accept the girl's money. If the girl hadn't come up with this idea, I'm afraid I wouldn't have any business today!"