"Little Four, what remote mountain ravine have I ended up in this time? And this manure bucket... are you serious?"
When she saw the crude wooden manure scoop in her hand and the manure bucket beside her, Su Qiao was a little dazed.
She raised her head blankly and looked around.
Endless mountain ranges, lush green forests, and a river winding through the valley.
The surroundings weren't unfamiliar, but...
Su Qiao's gaze fell on the disorderly, crude, and shabby thatched huts scattered throughout the valley. She couldn't help taking a deep breath.
Damn, there isn't even a mud-brick house. Isn't this a little too poor?
It couldn't be more serious. Face reality—you were in a valley, scooping manure to water vegetable fields. Those thatched huts and sheds around you were real, not hallucinations.
444 was taking a little pleasure in her misfortune.
One foot in heaven and one in hell—that probably described its host perfectly!
The previous moment, she had been living in a spacious, bright villa that was understated yet luxurious. The next, she had arrived in some impoverished mountain ravine, holding a manure scoop and watering the fields. Just imagining the scene was rather thrilling.
"..."
Su Qiao took another deep breath, only to...
Oh my god, it stinks.
She had to force herself to hold back the urge to throw her head back and howl.
No wonder they said there was no harm without comparison.
In the past, she had at least had a mud-brick house at her worst. This time, she had really hit rock bottom—she was living in thatched huts and sheds.
After tossing away the manure scoop, Su Qiao looked toward the open space between the thatched huts.
A group of burly men in sleeveless shirts were squatting in horse stances and shouting as