Of course, Yan Shuixin was aware that he was the one who threw the straws over the corner he used as a toilet.
Xiao Yeheng was so ashamed that he wanted to die, his half-disfigured face sank immediately, his whole body was like an ice cave, and the cold air was blowing out.
Yan Shuixin understood him very well. Through the original book, she also knew what was going on.
The other cells have a covered bucket in the corner. A handyman surnamed Zhao pushed the dung truck to collect toilet load once every three days.
Handyman Zhao was lazy and didn't go into the cell to collect them. Instead, he asked the inmates to carry the bucket to the alley outside the cell's iron railings, and made them dump the bucket into the dung truck by themselves.
Inmates in other cells could pour buckets, but Xiao Yeheng's left leg was broken and the injury was serious. He couldn't stand up, so naturally it was impossible to carry buckets over to empty it.
Handyman Zhao was too lazy to carry the bucket every time he entered the prison, so a few days ago, he took the bucket from Xiao Yeheng's cell.
Although the book did not describe how Xiao Yeheng solved the toilet problem. Yan Shuixin guessed that at first he dragged his injured leg to the corner of the cell to defecate, and then covered it with some straws to make it more hygienic.
It is estimated that two days ago, he was so injured that he couldn't move anymore, so he lost control of his pants.
A faint distress spread into Yan Shuixin's heart. Maybe it was because he was so miserable that she couldn't bear it.
She treated it as ordinary garbage, wrapped the piles of dried poop in straw and threw them into the dustpan.
The entire cell was swept clean at a fast speed. Even the dirty straws were thrown away, and the clean ones were kept for use.
"May I help you to bed?" Yan Shuixin asked him. If he continued to lie on the ground, it would be inconvenient for her to wash the ground.
The only furniture in the cell was a plank bed against the wall, without bedding on it, just a bare plank supported by four wooden legs.
Fortunately, it's just the beginning of summer, otherwise, it would been unbearable.
Xiao Yeheng nodded.
Yan Shuixin walked to his side, grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder, using herself as a support point, he stood up.
Even though Xiao Yeheng ate a handful of melon seeds and relieved a little bit of hunger, he was still so seriously injured that he was so weak that he could only hold her for support. He was unable to stand on one foot, so his whole body seemed to be hanging on her body.
Looping around her shoulders, he realized that she was really thin, her shoulders were thin and weak, her waist was restrained, and her bones were so slender.
A faint pity lingered on his cold heart.
He thought that if he could still go out, he would definitely let her live a good life.
It's a pity that he and she are destined to die in this fatal prison.
Yan Shuixin helped him lie on the wooden bed, turned around and picked up a wet towel to wipe the cell several times, and then went to fetch more water from the well.
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I Married a Disabled Prince in Prison
Romance[ NOT MY STORY! MTL with a lot of editing... you're welcome] After Yan Shuixin passed through the book, she became the wife that King An was forced to marry in prison. The prisoners all said that King An had offended the emperor, so he had his eye...
