The Son of Destiny Hauls Night Soil, and the System Showers This Prince with Miraculous Medicine

Pu Yunshan's face darkened, and the folding fan in his hand made a slight squeaking sound.

Gu Moran could tell that he had reached his limit of patience, and she also saw half a milk tea cup sticking out from behind the pancake cart not far away.

Zhao Wuxu hid in such a hurry that the hem of his gray robe was still hanging out.

He forced a smile; these two score-farming monsters were finally together—it was perfect.

" Old Tuo, why don't you tell us?"

Tuoba Mang carried the wooden ruler and walked around Pu Yunshan. He first looked at Puyun Mountain's slender frame, which was too weak to carry heavy loads, and then at his old but expensive blue robe. After careful consideration, he made his judgment.

"To be honest, this guy doesn't seem like a scholar; he's more like a vagrant who's never done any work and refuses to follow the rules. He's been punished and is still making a scene. He must be severely punished."

Gu Moran nodded, then added a more suitable name for dissemination.

"Those who roam the market, whose origins are unclear, and who occupy public spaces simply because they know a few words, can be categorized as unruly vagrants."

Since he keeps saying he's willing to change, we can't deny him a chance.

Pu Yunshan finally realized something was wrong. He stretched out his hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve, and prepared to first announce the guarantor and place of origin of the traveling scholar.

"Your Highness, I have travel documents and am by no means a vagrant of unknown origin. If you wish to verify my identity, you can send a clerk from the prefecture. You cannot convict someone based on a single statement."

Gu Moran did not take the travel document he offered, but only looked at the Hongxiu armband on Tuoba Mang's arm.

"I value talent; he has great potential."

Old Tuo, give him a Hongxiu armband. From today onwards, he'll be responsible for transporting the night soil from the twelve public toilets in the south of the city. Wherever the latrine buckets are full, he'll carry them to the compost pit outside the city. He'll be fined if even one bucket is missing."

After those words were spoken, the onlookers were quiet for a moment, then laughter spread along the street. Even the old man guarding the public toilet leaned on the wooden railing and peered at Pu Yunshan's mud-stained blue shirt.

Tuoba Mang never delayed in his work. He immediately took out a brand-new Hongxiu armband from the bamboo basket of his attendant and then pulled out a [Chengnan Yexiang Temporary Transfer Card], preparing to put it on Pu Yunshan's arm.

Looking at the red cloth, Pu Yunshan finally understood why Gu Moran had never asked about his writing or investigated his identity.

Once he puts on this Hongxiu armband, his carefully crafted image as a down-on-his-luck scholar will become a joke.

If the news reached Brocade Literature Bookshop, Xie Wanqing wouldn't hear about the talented scholar being humiliated, but rather about a vagrant from out of town who wrote nonsense on a public toilet wall and was subsequently punished by having to carry manure.

He took a step back to avoid the outstretched hand of the Tuoba Mang and aggressive man, his voice already brimming with barely suppressed anger.

" Your Prince Yi, do you really intend to humiliate me like this?"

Gu Moran raised his hand to adjust his snow-white fox fur coat, finally looking directly at Pu Yunshan, but his face showed no trace of the solemnity one would expect when facing the chosen Son of Destiny.

"You just said you were willing to change, but now that we've asked you to participate in street cleaning, you're complaining about the dirt and the work. It seems all those words you said about educating the people were just empty talk."

If reading only teaches you to take advantage and care about saving face, then you should wear that Hongxiu armband even more tightly.

As Tuoba Mang unfolded his Hongxiu armband, the two bodyguards behind Pu Yunshan already had their hands on their waists. If he nodded even slightly, they would overturn the street stalls to create chaos and then escort him away from the rooftop.

Pu Yunshan was also confident of escaping.

Although Tuoba Mang beside Gu Moran was strong, his footwork was not particularly skillful, and the Waterworks Team members around him could not stop him. However, if they resorted to violence now, their identities would be exposed, and the travel documents and experiences of the down-on-his-luck scholar that Zhao Wuxu had prepared for them would all be rendered useless.

More importantly, he had not yet figured out the connection between the Fireworks Summoning Edict and his father's account books, nor had he seen Xie Wanqing.

If he were to get into a fight with Prince Yi right after entering the city by writing on the wall of a public toilet, it would only disappoint his father if the news were to reach Mount Qingcheng.

Pu Yunshan closed his eyes. He was the hope of his family and his identity could not be exposed!

He suppressed his anger, withdrew his hand from the hidden clasp of the folding fan, and let Tuoba Mang put the Hongxiu armband on his arm, only giving Gu Moran a cold glance as the strap was tightened.

"I will remember Your Highness's favor today. Cleaning up filth is also a matter of public welfare. Since I have promised to correct my mistakes, I will clean up all twelve public toilets."

I only hope that Your Highness will remember what happened today.

This response preserved some of the scholar's composure, and the laughter from the onlookers subsided somewhat.

Some people began to think that although this scholar from out of town liked to show off, at least he was willing to accept punishment and do the work.

Pu Yunshan noticed a slight shift in public opinion, so he prepared to say a few more words of sympathy for the sanitation workers' hard work and change the punishment of carrying manure to actively experiencing the people's lives.

Gu Moran did not give him the opportunity to continue building his reputation. He turned around and ordered Tuoba Mang to get the carrying pole and manure bucket.

"The twelve public toilets in the south of the city are divided into three lines. In the afternoon, the four closest to the market will be cleaned first, and the remaining eight will be cleaned at night. The latrine buckets must be covered and transported along the back alleys. Anyone who dares to spill sewage on the main street will be fined an additional ten coins per step."

Tuoba Mang wrote all these words down, then grabbed Pu Yunshan's shoulder and led him to the back of the public toilet.

Pu Yunshan had originally wanted to maintain his composure, but Tuoba Mang pushed him so hard that he lost his footing. His expensive blue robe was smeared with ash on the door frame, and his newly regained dignity was further diminished.

[Congratulations, host.]

The information box in front of Gu Moran lit up instantly.

[ Pu Yunshan's destiny line is severely deviated.]

[Being humiliated in the street, all planned strategies were ruined, and luck decreased by 20%]

[Reward: Perfect recipe for " Rhodiola Blood-Invigorating and Qi-Boosting Pill (Great Yan Enhancement Version)".]

[Note: Rhodiola Blood-Invigorating and Qi-Boosting Pill can alleviate and prevent altitude sickness.]

How to prevent altitude sickness?

Holy crap, this thing is awesome.

Give this formula to Shen Ling'er, mass-produce it, and distribute it to the army.

We'll conquer little Tubo sooner or later!

Gu Moran smiled, still feeling a little regretful.

I've wasted so much time talking here.

Why aren't I being rewarded for my martial arts achievements?

This guy is Fourth Rank, which is low-level, but he's still more powerful than me!

Enough is enough; we still need to suppress them severely.

street corner.

Seeing that their young master had been taken into the public restroom, the guards exchanged glances and could only send one of them to follow him, while the other went around to the back alley to inform Pu Yunshan's companions who had stayed at the inn.

Zhao Wuxu remained hidden behind the cart, the two cups of milk tea in his hands already mostly cold.

He saw Gu Moran walking towards him and quickly shrank even lower, forgetting that he was squatting right next to the drainage ditch.

Gu Moran stopped as she passed the cart, and Zhao Wuxu's shoulders tensed up. He quickly put down his milk tea and climbed into a nearby shop.

"Huh? Who bought these two cups of milk tea? They're wasting things by leaving them in the snow! And polluting the environment!"

The woman in the Hongxiu armband, Sister-in-law Wang, spoke up!

Gu Moran looked at the two unopened hot drinks.

"Since we can't find the owner, it's yours and Auntie Zhao's. She caught a vagrant who was vandalizing the wall today; she's had a good job."

Zhao Wuxu and the others only dared to show their faces after Gu Moran had walked more than ten steps away.

At this moment, the man surnamed Pu had already been taken to the backyard by Tuoba Mang, and his mind was in complete turmoil.

He originally hoped that Pu Yunshan would make a name for himself in South Market and then take the opportunity to enter Brocade Literature Bookshop.

Little did anyone expect that this young master, who claimed to be a hidden dragon in the abyss, would be given Hongxiu armband before he even finished writing his article.

Zhao Wuxu dared not linger on the street. He slipped into an alley, intending to return to the Provincial Surveillance Commissioner's Office to await news. He planned to wait until Pu Yunshan had finished picking the night soil and calmed down before trying to explain why the rules of the South Market differed from the information he had.