Returning the carriage, Zhang Guoqing was just heading home when he heard May 1st shouting for help, scaring him into sprinting inside. As soon as he entered the backyard, he froze.
——Zhou Jiao was holding back laughter with their two sons.
"What happened?"
Without needing their answer, Zhang Guoqing heard a voice from the direction of the outhouse: "I'm out of paper, help!"
"You're really being careless, your legs will go numb."
"Dad, May 1st just went in, he squats over the spittoon, not scared. Mom told him to be in the front yard, but he felt embarrassed and took it over there by himself."
Zhang Guoqing fumbled in his pocket; he had used it up today. "Didn't I keep putting toilet paper in the outhouse? Wait a moment, Dad will be right there."
This last sentence was shouted to the trapped youngest son.
Liu Yi blinked his eyes, "Grandma said it doesn't look good having paper, everyone in the village uses sticks to scrape."
"Is it really necessary?"
