Chapter 42 People Are Fine

"Huh, Qiangwa, what's up, any problems?" Tang Zhinian picked up another piece of wood, pondering whether it could be made into another small stool.

"Ah…" Qiangwa suddenly jumped up, slapping his own kneecap.

"Zhinian, hurry and check it out, the dung pit at the village entrance collapsed."

"Huh, collapsed?" Tang Zhinian was surprised, "How did it collapse all of a sudden?"

"Yes, it collapsed," Qiangwa said with a choking voice, "Zhinian, hurry and check it out, I heard your brother Zhijun was shoveling dung earlier on!"

Boom! Tang Zhinian felt his head explode. He threw down the wood in his hand and ran off, almost tumbling forward.

"Zhijun, Zhijun...."

He called out while running, not knowing how his legs were carrying him forward.

When he arrived, there was a stink all around. The air seemed completely permeated with the smell, fermenting and filling every corner. The dung heap had truly collapsed and was big enough to bury several people.