"It's so itchy."
"What's going on?"
Before he even finished eating the Egg Fried Rice, he put down the bowl and scratched his hands crazily. His face was flushed red.
"Awesome, what's wrong?"
Qin Huairu stood up and walked over, grabbing the stick's hand.
"It's so itchy. I don't know what's going on, but it seems like I've touched a caterpillar.”
The stick grabbed his hands, and soon, red and swollen marks appeared on his arms and wrists.
However, this itch seemed to have drilled into his bone marrow, like thousands of ants gnawing at his skin. The more he scratched, the more itchy it became. He could not control it at all.
"Baji."
The stick was reluctant to part with the Egg Fried Rice in his bowl. He grabbed it twice and took another bite.
"Awesome, you must be allergic. Eggs aren't suitable for you.”
"Eat less."
Seeing this, Jia Zhang-shi rolled her eyes and went over to pour more than half of the Egg-Fried Rice into her own bowl.
"Grandma, I want to eat…I want to eat Egg Fried Rice, don't... Don't take mine."
"Ahhh! It's so itchy!"
The stick's expression gradually went out of control and became ferocious. He tore at his wrist and a clear mark appeared. Blood slowly emerged.
"Stop eating and wash your hands.”
Qin Huairu was worried and hurriedly hugged her, wanting to bring her to wash her hands.
"Awesome, you must be allergic. Look at us. We're fine.”
Jia Dongxu sat there leisurely, enjoying the delicious Egg Fried Rice.
After saying that, he poured the remaining Egg-Fried Rice into the bowl.
"Puff!"
All of a sudden, the stick farted loudly, and a warm current suddenly appeared in his crotch.
"Buzz!"
A strong stench began to pervade the room.
"Ah! I want to go to the toilet."
The stick cried out as it scratched its hands and ran out.
"Coo coo coo!"
"Puff!"
At this moment, the stick guy felt like a dragon was rolling in his stomach. He let out a series of gurgling sounds, followed by a series of loud farts.
"Crash!"
The stick couldn't care less. It was as if a propeller had been installed on its butt as it went into the toilet to take a look.
The siheyuan was the oldest open latrine pit, and only the ones outside the street had hardened cement.
The latrine pit in the courtyard house had a large manure pit at the bottom and a wooden cover at the top. Sometimes, when the vegetable farmers needed farm manure, they would pry open the cover of the latrine pit and use a manure spoon to scoop up the manure water to water the vegetables.
After the stick rushed in, it crouched between the cracks of the wooden planks.
"What? Why are your pants dirty?"
At this moment, the stick realized that his pants were already stained with yellow dirt.
"Aiyo, it tickles me to death."
"What is going on?"
Her hands were itchy and she wanted to chop them off with a kitchen knife. Her lower body was already diarrhea.
After eating the laxatives that Li Jianjun had put in, his digestive system seemed to be in chaos. His stomach kept making noises and he kept having diarrhea.
When the stick twisted and scratched his hand, yellow filth was everywhere.
His shoes and pants were stained.
The itching powder was acting up.
The stick was in a state of desperation and had no time to care about anything else. It only scratched its hands desperately.
Climbing in through the window, his palms were stained with itchiness powder. It was so itchy that he wanted to die. He could not help but let out a painful groan.
"Aiyo, it's so itchy!"
"What's going on?"
After a while.
The stick had already scratched his hand until it was covered in blood. His skin was torn and his flesh was torn, but it did not look shocking.
He had already forgotten about the pain. He only felt an itch that came from his bone marrow, as if it had taken root and sprouted on his hands.
...
At Jia Dongxu's house.
After Jia Zhangshi and Jia Dongxu snatched the Egg Fried Rice, they ate it happily and quickly finished it. They even licked the plate as if they hadn't had enough.
"Coo coo coo!"
At this moment, Jia Zhangshi and Jia Dongxu's stomachs made gurgling sounds.
"My stomach hurts."
"No, I have to go to the toilet.”
Jia Dongxu clutched his stomach and limped out.
He had been shouting that he was a patient, but now that he was running, he was faster than a rabbit. He did not look like a person who had a headache at all.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Awesome, open the door!"
"Hurry up!"
Jia Dongxu rushed to the door of the outhouse and knocked hard on the old wooden door.
"Dad, wait!"
The stick kept pooping and his hands were itchy. It was too miserable and he couldn't get up to open the door.
"You dog son, open the door!"
"Bang!"
Jia Dongxu was exasperated. He directly used his shoulder to knock open the door of the latrine.
This kind of public latrine door was of poor quality to begin with. It was simply tied up with a piece of wood and could not withstand the impact.
At this moment, Jia Dongxu no longer felt his balls hurting. His stomach was growling like a dragon.
"Puff!"
The next moment, an earth-shattering fart came from Jia Dongxu's crotch, and a pool of yellow filth burst out.
Immediately after, a foul smell assailed his nostrils and soared into the sky.
"Aiya, comfortable!"
At this moment, Jia Dongxu's face was flushed red. He didn't care that his pants were full of shit. He squatted on the latrine pit and let out a long breath.
After Jia Dongxu rushed out.
Jia Zhangshi, who had been sitting at home, also began to blush.
"No, I'm going to the toilet too.”
Jia Zhang-shi's face turned red and she hurriedly ran out.
"This... What's going on?"
When Qin Huairu and Little Dang saw this scene, they were dumbfounded and did not understand what was going on.
At the door of the latrine.
"Dong Xu, Stick, are you guys done?”
"Come out!"
"Hurry up and get out here!"
Jia Zhangshi squatted at the door of the outhouse, clutching her stomach. Her face was livid, and gradually turned purplish red.
"Wait, it'll be ready soon."
Jia Dongxu and the stick had just stood up when their stomachs rumbled again.
"Puff!"
Jia Zhang-shi let out another long fart. She felt her butt heat up and immediately felt that something was wrong.
"It's so itchy."
"Aiyo, what did I do?"
At this moment, the stick was in so much pain that it was like an ant on a hot pan. It had just stood up and squatted down again.
His hands grabbed at each other, left and right. Blood was already dripping from his hands, and his skin was festering. It was very ugly.
"Bastard!"
"Scram to the side. You've pooped on the wooden board.”
"Get out of the way. Don't spray it on me.”
Jia Dongxu looked at the meme with disdain and shouted for the meme to move to a corner.
The stick didn't say anything. It only moaned in pain and kept scratching its hands. It slowly moved a few steps to the side.
There was a wooden plank in the middle of the pit, and the toilet was built by squatting between two wooden planks.
All in all, this space was enough for two people to squat in.
The stick was squatting on it, pulling and scratching at the same time. It could not be idle for a moment, like a monkey.
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