The guard had a black face, "This can't be done, if you can't pick it, then pick less, just pick half a bucket, I can't make the decision."

Murong Zhining and Cai Sang returned to the camp tent after a day of picking dung and water, and collapsed on their beds in exhaustion. By nightfall, the men in the tent were in high spirits, where they were loudly telling yellow jokes and talking about all sorts of unpleasant topics.

A man with a thick voice said, "This Ding Peng is not ...