Due to the minor conflicts at the dining table, Zhao Ran found it difficult to greet his fellow disciples who were clean and tidy, which made him appear too weak. Therefore, taking advantage of their laughter, he quickened his pace and retreated to the west room.

Jiao Tan and Zhou Huai were already snoring loudly, and Zhao Ran smeared himself and climbed onto the bed, covering his ears with bedding. He was also hazy and confused.

I don't know how long he slept, but Zhao Ran was pushed awake by someone. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the oil lamp on the wooden table in the corner of the wall had already been lit, and Jiao Tan and Zhou Huai were putting on short coats.

Zhao, wake up quickly. It's time to start work. If you're late, you'll be punished. "As he spoke, Jiao Tan had already put on his coat and urged Zhao Ran to get up.

Zhao Ran quickly got up, untied the package he received yesterday, and put on the Taoist robe on himself, but was stopped by Jiao Tan: "Don't wear that robe when you go to work. Put it away and wear your old robe with a short coat on top... Do you think you're going to attend the ceremony

Zhao Ran heard the reason and immediately put on his old tattered clothes. He picked out a short coat from the package and put it on. He followed the two of them out the door.

At the middle of the moon, the croaking of frogs could be heard from far and near. Three people took advantage of the moonlight and walked down the mountain path, passing through several small courtyards, and arrived at the trough room. Zhou Zhixiu, the head of the sweeping donkey, was already waiting at the entrance of the trough room. Behind him was a donkey cart, and the old donkey pulling the cart seemed to have not woken up, with its four hooves swaying left and right.

Zhou Zuotou handed over the donkey cart to the three people and yawned before turning around and walking away.

The old donkey knows the way and doesn't need anyone to lead it. He pulls the cart and walks forward, circling behind the trough to stop. This is where the stable is located, and the ten or so horses raised in the Wuji Courtyard are all locked up here.

Jiao Tan took an empty bamboo basket from the car and asked Zhao Ran to carry it. He and Zhou Huai took a wooden fork and walked towards the back of the stable. Jiao Tan and Zhou Huai fork horse manure while throwing it into the bamboo basket carried by Zhao Ran. Zhao Ran held his breath and followed behind. Soon, half a basket of horse manure had piled up in the bamboo basket.

The manure basket filled with horse manure was placed on the carriage board, and Zhao Ran let out a long sigh of turbidity. Jiao Tan and Zhou Huai chuckled and didn't say much before putting their forks back on the cart.

Like an old donkey and a human spirit, there's no need to rush, just pull the cart and leave. Jiao and Zhou Er were accustomed to it, but Zhao Ran was surprised and stepped forward to listen to the old donkey. The donkey glanced at him sideways and raised his head, seeming dissatisfied.

Following behind the old donkey, the three of them began to sweep. There are three rooms in Wujiyuan, one is located in the front yard outside the Sanqing Hall, dedicated to relieving the urgent needs of pilgrims, and the other is located in the guest hall on the southwest side, used by the residents who stay overnight and the Taoist who hang orders. These two places are not commonly used, and the room is very tidy. The three of them cleaned it up in less than half an hour.

The most frequently used place is naturally the residence of the disciples of Wujiyuan - the hut outside the hut. More than a hundred Taoist priests and pyrotechnic laymen spend their days eating, drinking, defecating here, and the situation can be imagined.

The three of them carried water, washed the tunnel clean, and then rinsed the floor. The process did not need to be described one by one, otherwise it would be unsightly. After cleaning up the room and turning back to the room, Jiao Tan pulled open the wooden board covering the cesspool in the room, and a strong smell of feces hit him, causing the three of them to hide back repeatedly. In addition to the foul odor, there was also a glaring smell emanating from the septic tank. Zhao Ran knew that this thing could be used as an energy source, but he was not interested in sharing it at the moment.

After the smell dissipated for a while, the three of them picked up the long handled fecal spoons on the cart and began pounding them into the fecal bucket, filling three large buckets to the bottom.

After cleaning all three rooms, the old donkey pulled the cart back to the courtyard. The Liao Fang is the residence of the disciples of the Wuji Temple, but high-ranking Taoists do not live here. The abbot, supervisor, three capitals (all in charge, all in charge, and all in the kitchen), and eight deacons of the Wuji Temple are all concentrated in the backyard, either living alone in one courtyard or with two or three people in one courtyard. Their lives are obviously much more comfortable.

At the entrance of each small courtyard, there are specialized buckets for high-ranking Taoist priests. Three people take away the impurities in the buckets and clean them with clean water to complete the task.

The old donkey pulled the cart down the mountain path, and the cart creaked softly in the path, like a cheerful tune. However, Zhao Ran was not interested in feeling the romance of walking the mountain path at night. He almost vomited while washing the bucket just now.

At the foot of the back mountain is a depression, interspersed with deep pools half an acre in size. The three of them emptied the manure bucket from the cart and then pulled it to the nearby mountain spring to rinse it clean. Jiao and Zhou Er took off Zhao Ran's short coat, washed it with mountain spring water, and then washed his hands and face. Only then did Zhao Ran's desire to vomit ease a bit.