Among the many cities of the Great Jing Kingdom, ordinary households generally had no dedicated latrines.
Although drainage ditches had been dug along the streets, residents often encroached on them for private use, turning them into personal property. Over time, they became impossible to clear.
Eventually, there was nowhere for the feces and urine to go, so they piled up in the corners of the streets and alleys.
As a result, many cities reeked of excrement and urine.
It was said that in some places, the filth piled up into mountains. In winter, it even reached the point where beggars could dig holes into the piles, hide inside them, and endure the winter by borrowing the warmth produced through fermentation.
To solve this problem, the imperial court periodically sent Nightsoil Collectors into the cities to remove it.
But now that the Heavy Martial Pavilion had taken over Linchuan City, which Nightsoil Collector would be willing to risk coming here to haul away feces?
As the days passed, the piles of excrement at every street corner grew higher and higher, building into mountains.
Chen Ye had already seen several such places on the way. The one before him was the largest of them all.
"Put the things here."
After saying that, he held his breath, stepped forward a few paces, and thrust his knife into the lower side of the pile, twisting it around.
The hard crust on the surface was pierced open, revealing the grayish-yellow, viscous filth inside.
In this way, Chen Ye dug out one hole after another, then directed Su Guang and the others to stuff the sealed chests inside one by one.
Once all the chests had been hidden, he used the surrounding filth to fill in the holes. From the outside, they looked no different from