He quickened his pace and headed home.
He had just walked down a slope when he heard someone behind him calling out repeatedly, "Hey, hey, hey! Ya, ya, ya!"
He turned around and immediately ducked into the grass beside the road. Behind him, someone pushing a handcart came running down the slope, rushed past him with a clatter, then fell with a bang...
"Ouch..." He bared his teeth, feeling the pain on the man's behalf. Luckily, the man wasn't seventy or eighty and could take a fall.
No sooner had he finished pitying someone else than his own luck turned sour. He lifted his leg to step back onto the road, only to find a black mass of cow dung smeared over his rain boot.
No wonder he had felt as though he was stepping in shit when he entered the grass. He had thought it was because the dead grass was so thick.
He looked at his left foot in disgust. Good thing he was wearing rain boots, or he would have had to throw the whole foot away...
Rainy days were truly awful.
Disgusted, he took two steps on tiptoe before realizing that he was wearing rain boots and none of it had touched his foot, so there was no need. He hurried forward, found a puddle, and stuck his left foot into it, scraping and rubbing.
Watching the water in the puddle turn from muddy yellow to black, he walked a few steps farther and found another puddle to rub and scrape his boot in.
There wasn't much water in the puddles, and he couldn't scrape it completely clean. All the way home, he stepped into every large puddle he saw.
But the moment he reached his front door, he heard Ye Chenghu tattling.
"Mom, Dad's over