Chapter 136: You Zhizhen Is Willing to Clean Toilets for Shi Yuebai Her Whole Life

All around You Zhizhen were strange, curious stares.

If her face weren’t already smeared with grime, it would have been obvious how flushed she was.

Right now, her face must be redder than a ripe persimmon.

“Why didn’t she flush the toilet?”

“Oh my god, she didn’t flush and got caught by Yuebai.”

“That’s so gross.”

Whispers like these made You Zhizhen question whether she was really living in the wasteland.

Seriously? She’d done things way more shameful than not flushing a toilet back in the wasteland.

She’d never blushed then.

And now she was actually embarrassed?

Da Jiao shoved a broom into You Zhizhen’s hands.

This broom was one Shi Yuebai had scavenged with her whole family when they went to the front lines.

Brooms were consumables—after a while, the bristles would wear out.

Especially since Shi Yuebai was a stickler for cleanliness. Anywhere her spirit-gathering array covered, she had people cleaning three times a day.

Not flushing after using the squat toilet? Absolutely not allowed.

Face burning, You Zhizhen hugged the broom and took a roundabout way to the public restroom.

Shi Yuebai sat in her wheelchair, face stern, hanging a small notebook by the restroom door.

Shi Ersao stood behind her.

Hearing You Zhizhen approach, Shi Ersao tilted her head and said,

“Yuebai’s particular about these things. If you don’t flush, it shows up on the panel.”

Above the sink in the restroom was a large electronic screen.

Guai Guai had repaired it, but due to a lack of parts, there was no automatic flush sensor.

So after using the toilet, everyone had to flush manually.

He’d set it up so that if someone didn’t flush, that stall would show up as red.

A malfunction.

When Shi Yuebai’s drone did its rounds, that single red stall stood out among all the green ones.

Shi Ersao pointed at the little notebook Shi Yuebai had just hung up.

“For the next week, you’re on bathroom duty. And if anyone else doesn’t flush, you have to write their name down.”

“Right here in this notebook.”

Shi Yuebai turned her wheelchair, giving You Zhizhen a cold look. Her face was as pale as a steamed bun.

A huge, soft, white steamed bun.

But her gaze was icy, like a bun just pulled from the freezer.

“If you can’t find out who didn’t flush, you’ll keep being punished!”

“And if I find even a speck of dirt while you’re cleaning, you’ll keep being punished too.”

Shi Yuebai laid it out plainly,

“You won’t miss a single bite of food, but if you dare slack off, I have plenty of ways to deal with you!”

You Zhizhen lowered her head, but instead of feeling threatened,

She actually felt incredibly lucky.

She wanted nothing more than to kowtow to Shi Yuebai, this great benefactor, and call her “Dad” a few times.

Cleaning toilets? Compared to the punishments she’d suffered in the wasteland, where she was never even treated as a person, this was the lightest, easiest, most trivial punishment ever.

You Zhizhen was willing to clean toilets for Shi Yuebai for the rest of her life.

She nodded eagerly.

Shi Yuebai thought she was just scared, and left the restroom with her head held high.

Shi Ersao followed behind, and as she passed You Zhizhen, she gave a heavy “hmph.”

The two women were full of righteous indignation this time!

You Zhizhen was about to open a stall door and start cleaning with the broom.

Behind her, Shi Yaoyao hugged a plastic basin and said softly,

“You just need to flush, you know.”

You Zhizhen froze, turning to look at Shi Yaoyao, who had just come out of a stall.

Shi Yaoyao’s hair was damp, and she wore a clean, loose nightgown.

The nightgown was pink with a big lace bow in the middle.

It was chilly at night, but Shi Yaoyao wore pink plastic slippers.

The slippers were wet.

Water!

Clean water!

If You Zhizhen hadn’t spent the whole day drinking soup, she’d have been tempted to lick the water off those slippers.

“Press here,” Shi Yaoyao instructed, covering her nose with her hand.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “If you don’t flush, it stinks. It’s really unpleasant.”

Embarrassed, You Zhizhen pressed the button Shi Yaoyao pointed to.

Clear water gushed into the toilet.

You Zhizhen: “...”

She wanted to hug the toilet and drink the water.

Such clear water, just for flushing toilets—wasn’t that tempting fate?

Ahhh, what kind of group had she joined?

Ahhhhhh!

You Zhizhen felt like she was going crazy.

She was well-fed, had soup to drink, and even flushed toilets with clean water.

Her whole worldview was being turned upside down.

She was wrong—she needed to catch up to Shi Yuebai right now.

She wanted to kneel and beg Shi Yuebai to accept her loyalty.

Shi Yaoyao looked at You Zhizhen without surprise.

She said calmly,

“My aunt only cares if you do good things. She doesn’t care about anything else.”

With that, Shi Yaoyao left.

Her leg had been hurting lately, and the joint where her prosthetic attached was red and swollen.

She needed to get back and rest.

On the way, she caught up with her aunt and mother.

At night, Shi Ersao could only rely on her hearing to get around.

But during the day, she could sometimes make out faint, blurry shapes.

She hadn’t told anyone this, afraid it would just worry her family.

The three of them walked back from the restroom together.

Shi’s mother, Shi Xiangrui, and Shi Fuze were already asleep, cared for by Ah Hong and Nong Yasi.

Nong Yasi couldn’t handle both kids alone, so Shi Fuze slept with Ah Hong at night.

Once everyone from the Shi family was in the inflatable tent, Shi Yuebai closed her eyes and started to meditate.

Late at night, a whimper suddenly came from inside the tent.

Shi Yuebai’s eyes snapped open.

At the same time, Shi Ersao woke up in alarm.

Shi Yaoyao was her own flesh and blood—if anything was wrong, she’d know right away.

“Yuebai! Yuebai!”

Shi Ersao sat up in panic, calling for help.

Shi Yuebai was the backbone of their family now.

“Don’t panic. Bring Yaoyao out so I can take a look.”

Shi Yuebai’s calm voice sounded.

Shi Ersao quickly groped around, carrying Shi Yaoyao out of the tent.

“She—she doesn’t seem well.”

Half-asleep, Shi Yaoyao whimpered, “It hurts, Auntie, it hurts.”

Shi Yuebai frowned and asked the groggy Shi Yaoyao,

“Where does it hurt?”

She raised her hand, and a gust of wind swirled in her palm, a glowing, palm-sized talisman appearing.

Although a large healing talisman hung above their heads,

The bigger the talisman, the better it was for group healing, but not as effective as a small one for individual treatment.

Shi Yaoyao pointed at her leg, the size of a two-year-old’s, and cried,

“It hurts, Auntie, my leg hurts!”

What’s wrong with Yaoyao?"