Ma Donghua's motion of tying her trousers froze at a specific moment, her eyes wide as she watched the red envelope that was within her grasp slide from under her feet, heading straight down.
Latrines from the nineties consisted of a layer of boards above and a pit below, with roughly one to two meters separating the pit from the boards.
The vista below is not going to be elaborated on here; suffice it to say, it wasn't a pretty sight.
Ma Donghua watched as the red envelope fell straight into the pit and screamed for Su Guisheng, "Guisheng, get the flashlight from home, and bring a stick over here."
Damn it, how did it just fall down there.
That was more than six hundred in there, over six hundred.
When Su Guisheng heard Ma Donghua's shout, he came over with a long bamboo pole, "What's happened?"
"The red envelope fell down there, hurry and fish it out."
Su Guisheng, holding his nose, extended the bamboo pole.