873 agreed signal

Ding Er eyed Liu Yuhong's retreating figure, "My nose is the strongest when it comes to sniffing out women, and just now she definitely didn't fall into the river, but into a cesspit. Didn't Chuan carry a load of manure over there just before? It smelled just like that manure stench…"

"Enough with that, isn't the manure from every household just as stinky? Can you really tell which cesspit she fell into? According to you, she fell into Chuan's manure bucket? Impossible! Your nose must be out of whack…"

"Maybe…"

The distant Liu Yuhong, pale as paper, listened to the discussions behind her.

She rushed home as fast as she could.

Upon entering, village chief Liang Zhenghong saw her drenched like a drowned rat and asked with concern, "Hong'er, what happened to you?"