great-warnovel Chapter 102 Old Seven, soaking wet, begs: Sister-in-law, I just want to shower for you tonight.
Chapter 102 Old Seven, soaking wet, begs: Sister-in-law, I just want to shower for you tonight.
The door to the corner tower slammed shut, cutting off all sightlines and also blocking out the terrifying possessiveness of the eldest brother, Qin Lie, who seemed intent on devouring people whole.
Snow was still falling beneath the city walls.
Huhe and several hundred barbarian men remained kneeling in the snow.
Their knees were freezing, and their eyebrows were covered in frost, but no one dared to move.
Although the pot of braised pork was taken away by that shirtless bully (the third brother), the lingering aroma in the air was like an invisible hook, making the stomachs of these hungry wolves twitch.
"Get up, everyone."
A clear, cold voice finally broke the long silence.
She is not a goddess.
He was a man wearing a blue long gown and gold-rimmed glasses.
The second son, Qin Mo.
He stood on the wall, holding a folding fan in his hand. Even in the freezing snow, he gently waved it, his refined demeanor revealing a calculating shrewdness.
"My sister-in-law said so."
Qin Mo pushed up his glasses, and a cold glint flashed behind the lenses:
"The Qin family doesn't support idlers, much less... filthy things."
"Want to eat?"
He closed his folding fan and pointed to the building not far away that was billowing white smoke—the large public bathhouse that the twins had just renovated a few days ago.
"Go inside and wash yourself clean."
"Wash off those lice and stench. Anyone who doesn't get clean..." Qin Mo's lips curled into a gentle yet chilling smile, "Then they won't need to eat. They can be turned into fertilizer and add some color to your sister-in-law's flower field."
Huhe shuddered.
How come the men in the Qin family are all so frightening?
……
The first bathhouse in Langya Village...
This was absolutely the most magical moment the barbarians had ever experienced.
I thought I was going to be driven into the icy river to bathe (that would be a death sentence), but as soon as I entered that huge brick building, a warm and humid heat wave hit me.
It's all steaming hot!
The huge pool was filled with boiling hot water. The water was crystal clear and bubbling away (it was a geothermal circulation system built by the twins).
"Take it off."
The person in charge of supervising the work was Qin Feng, the fifth brother. He stood at the door with his arms crossed, looking disgusted, as if looking at him would give him a sty.
The barbarian men awkwardly took off their sheepskin coats, which they had worn for who knows how many years and which had hardened into a crust.
"Get in the water!"
"Splash! Splash!"
Hundreds of rough men jumped into the pool.
"Awooo—!!!"
A series of wailing and howling erupted.
It wasn't hot, it was refreshing.
The feeling of hot water enveloping their entire bodies, scalding every pore, made these savages, who had spent half their lives freezing in the wilderness, feel so comfortable that their souls seemed to leave their bodies.
"This...this is divine water!"
A young man held a cup of hot water, tears streaming down his face, mingling with the muddy soup that dripped down his cheeks.
"Waaaaah... Big brother, the water's hot! Always hot! Did the Qin family capture the sun to boil water?"
Huh also looked stunned.
He rubbed a handful of mud off his chest; the mud was so thick it could be used to cultivate crops.
Just then, several servants of the Qin family, covering their noses, carried in several baskets of white cubes.
"Next! Everyone take one piece! Rub it on your body! Don't let it come out until you can't get any bubbles!"
Huh caught the slippery white cube.
Take a closer sniff.
boom--!
It felt like the top of his head had been struck by lightning.
A rich fragrance, like a springtime flower field bursting open, hit me right in the head.
It's Safeguard (a product from a space facility, without the packaging).
"It smells...it smells so good..."
Huhe's hands trembled as he cautiously licked the tooth (grimacing at the bitterness), then tentatively rubbed it on his body.
The rich, fine white foam instantly covered his dark, rough skin.
As the foam washes away the grime, the years-old deposits that have accumulated over a decade are washed away with the flowing water.
The entire bathhouse was suddenly filled with the sound of crying.
"A miracle! This is a miracle!"
"This soap smells...a hundred times better than my dead wife!"
"I'm filthy! I'm guilty! How could I have lived with such a filthy body for thirty years!"
They were crying as they frantically scrubbed themselves in the bath.
It was as if what was washed away was not just mud, but also the past of being a barbarian.
At this moment, in this bathhouse filled with the smell of sulfur soap, they completed a "baptism" of the soul.
……
The bathhouse was bustling with activity, like a chaotic dance of demons.
Outside the bathhouse, the snowflakes fell silently.
Su Wan, wrapped in a thick black cloak (Qin Lie's), and holding a hand warmer, cautiously peeked over in this direction.
She doesn't have any particular fetish.
She was there purely as the "logistics manager" to check the hygiene of this group of workers.
After all, they were about to be put into factories (work) and fields (farm), and if they brought infectious diseases or lice, the Qin family's business would be ruined.
"Sister-in-law?"
A faint voice suddenly rang out from the shadows around the corner.
Su Wan was startled and slipped.
A pale, cold, yet unusually strong hand firmly supported her elbow.
By the light of the snow, Su Wan could see who it was.
It's the seventh brother, Qin An.
He was wearing a specially made white robe (similar to a protective suit) that wrapped him up almost like a dumpling, and a thick face mask covering his face, revealing only a pair of gloomy, beautiful eyes with sickly red veins.
"An'an?"
Su Wan breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest: "You scared your sister-in-law to death! What are you doing here?"
Qin An did not answer immediately.
His gaze fell on Su Wan's movement as she tried to peek into the bathhouse. Her eyes, which had been wet and puppy-dog-like, instantly darkened, gathering into a thick, impenetrable black mist.
"Sister-in-law...would you like to go in?"
His voice was soft, slightly hoarse as if he had just woken up, and carried a chilling danger.
"Hmm, I'll go check if they're clean..."
"You're not allowed to go."
Qin An suddenly interrupted her.
next second.
He suddenly took a step forward, forcing Su Wan back against a red pillar in the corridor.
"It's dirty there."
Qin An's voice trembled slightly, as if he were enduring extreme nausea.
He reached out his hand, the hand that had been tinkering with poisonous herbs for years and always carried a faint medicinal fragrance, and gently touched the corner of Su Wan's eye through the face mask.
"My sister-in-law's eyes are for seeing flowers, for seeing snow, and for seeing me..."
"How can you look at that smelly, filthy stuff?"
Su Wan blinked, her eyelashes brushing against his palm, causing a ticklish sensation.
"But An'an... I'm going to inspect the sanitation..."
"I'll check it for you."
Qin An said stubbornly, leaning forward and casting her entirely in his shadow.
He had a cool, herbal scent about him, a smell that had seeped into his very bones from years of being immersed in the herbal medicine hut.
At this moment, the cool, refreshing scent was tinged with a burning desire because of his rapid breathing.
"It was full of naked wild men."
Qin An's eyes were sinister, and his voice even carried a hint of aggrieved sobs:
"Hundreds of big, white, fleshy worms... If my sister-in-law saw that, she'd have nightmares tonight."
"and……"
He suddenly took off his face mask.
Her face was revealed to be pale and delicate, with lips that were eerily red.
He leaned close to Su Wan's ear, his breath cool, yet it made Su Wan's ears burn:
"Besides, what's so interesting about them?"
"Dark skin, large pores, and scars all over her body... It's disgusting."
Su Wan chuckled helplessly, reaching out to push his chest: "Okay, okay, I won't look, I won't look, alright? Move aside..."
Not moving.
Don't let Lao Qi's usual sickly appearance fool you; when he gets really into it, his strength is frightening.
Instead of moving aside, he seized Su Wan's hand that was pushing him away.
His hands were cold, like a piece of fine, cold jade. Su Wan's hands, on the other hand, were warm from holding a hand warmer.
One is cold, the other is hot.
The moment their fingertips touched, Qin An felt as if he had been burned, and he pulled his fingers back sharply, but in the next second, he clasped his fingers together even more tightly.
"Sister-in-law..."
He lowered his head, his nose nuzzling against Su Wan's neck, like a big cat that had been wronged outside and came home seeking comfort:
"If you really enjoy watching men shower..."
"Look at me, aren't I good?"
What... what kind of indecent words are these?
"An'an, don't talk nonsense..."
"I'm not lying."
Qin An raised his head, his eyes filled with stubbornness and obsessive infatuation.
He took Su Wan's hand and slowly moved it down to press it on the belt around his waist.
There, hanging, was an exquisite sachet.
"I am very clean."
His voice was low and husky, with a hint of coaxing:
"I take a bath with the medicinal bath my sister-in-law gives me every day, scrubbing myself three times, and there's not a speck of dirt on my body."
"I'm very fair-skinned... fairer than all of them."
"I smell good too... Sister-in-law, smell me, don't you think?"
As he spoke, he actually brought his neck close to Su Wan's nose.
It's really fragrant.
It has a cool, crisp cedar scent, mixed with a hint of mint, so pleasant it makes you dizzy.
But this pose... is too dangerous!
Su Wan was practically being half-held by him, her hands pressed against his belt. With just a gentle tug, the wide white robe would slip off...
"An'an!"
Su Wan hurriedly pulled her hand back, her face as red as a ripe shrimp: "This is a corridor! What will it look like if someone sees us!"
Qin An's eyes darkened.
He smacked his lips in extreme dissatisfaction, like a child who hadn't gotten any candy.
But he didn't dare to really anger Su Wan.
"Then...shall we go back to the room to take a look?"
He tilted his head, his eyes clear and innocent, as if the sinister and sickly person from just moments ago wasn't him at all.
"Perfect, my clothes are dirty from the stale air here."
"My sister-in-law will come back with me... and watch me wash."
Su Wan was amused by his self-righteous attitude and was about to say something.
Sudden.
"Achoo!"
Qin An sneezed.
He swayed, his face turning deathly pale, and he collapsed onto Su Wan, so weak he looked as if he would breathe his last at any moment.
"Sister-in-law... I feel dizzy... could it be from the stench here...?"
"Quick...take me back...I need to disinfect..."
Su Wan: "..."
It's definitely an act!
He was stronger than an ox when he was blocking people, but now he's as weak as a willow in the wind?
But seeing his pale face, Su Wan's heart softened.
"Alright, alright, I give up."
Su Wan sighed helplessly, then reached out and supported his waist (so slender, so supple), half-dragging, half-carrying him back.
"Go back and drink ginger soup, don't embarrass yourself here."
Qin An pressed his entire weight onto Su Wan, burying his face in the crook of her neck, but a triumphant, sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth where Su Wan couldn't see.
He turned around.
I gave the still steamy bathhouse a cold glance.
That look in his eyes was so sinister, it was as if he wanted to throw a dose of poison into it.
Dirty things.
Even if you wash your skin clean, you can't wash away the stench from your bones.
My sister-in-law's eyes can only look at me.
……
Half an hour later.
The bathhouse doors opened again.
Several hundred barbarian men came out.
If you didn't see her face, you wouldn't recognize her.
After washing away years of grime and cutting off the messy hair (the twin-designed automatic hair shaver, though a bit hair-pulling, is extremely efficient), her original facial features were revealed.
Although his skin was still rough and dark, the wildness and fierceness that emanated from his bones, combined with his current clean-cut appearance, actually made him... kind of handsome?
"Where's the food? Where's the food?!"
As soon as Huhe came out, he smelled the aroma of porridge that he had been longing for.
Under the large shed not far away.
Several large pots were bubbling away.
It's not a thin, watery porridge, but a thick, sticky eight-treasure mixed grain porridge that won't fall over if you stick chopsticks in it! It contains red beans, peanuts, red dates, and even visible chunks of cured meat!
"Want to eat?"
The fourth brother, Qin Yue, sat in front of the porridge stall with a smile on his face.
He looked at this revitalized workforce as if they were walking gold ingots.
"Once you're cleaned up, you'll look like a human being."
"Since we are human, we must follow the rules."
Qin Yue pointed to the mountain of new clothes (uniform gray work clothes) piled up next to him:
"Put on your clothes, get your tag, and then go get your porridge."
"I've got it."
Qin Yue's abacus beads clicked rapidly, his eyes shrewd and cold.
"Once you've eaten the Qin family's food, your life belongs to the Qin family."
"It wasn't easy to get this skin clean, so who would dare to get it dirty again... or have any wicked thoughts..."
He pointed to Qin An, the seventh son, who was making ginger soup for Su Wan not far away:
"That Seventh Master hasn't used living people to test medicine in a long time."
Huhe followed the gaze.
Just then, Qin An raised his head, his sinister eyes peering over through the wind and snow. In his hand, he held a brightly colored poisonous scorpion, gently placing it into the medicine jar.
"Gulp."
Huh was so frightened he almost knelt down again.
He quickly grabbed a piece of workwear and put it on, his movements as fast as if he were grabbing a life jacket:
"I'll wear it! I'll wear it! I was born a member of the Qin family, and I'll die a member of the Qin family!"
"Could you please fill the bowl a bit more for that porridge?"
Qin Yue smiled.
He smiled like a thousand-year-old fox.
"certainly."
"My sister-in-law said that you need to eat well before you can work."
……
A snowy night.
Hundreds of men in matching work clothes squatted in a corner, wolfing down their bowls of hot porridge made with cured meat.
The steaming hot porridge slid into my stomach, and the warmth dispelled the cold.
Some people were eating when tears fell into their bowls.
"It smells so good..."
"I've never eaten such delicious food in my life..."