Chapter 20 King of Stinky Farts

After returning home, my little sister went to the Children's Palace to attend classes again. She was as diligent as she was at school, regardless of weekdays or weekends.

In such a big house, Wang Yuanchao was the only one there.

I have no interest in unlocking my parents' secret stash; I dare not play with my phone before I find a charging socket; I have opened all the packages in the space, so it is at least one-third empty now, and there is nothing worth throwing away.

Snacks and candies are all magical artifacts from other times and spaces and cannot be eaten casually.

Apart from giving his younger sister a piece of Alps hard toffee, Wang Yuanchao didn't even touch it.

And that batch of jelly!

It's useless to use it, who would use it? Are you going to die?
I was planning to throw it away directly, but now I think it’s a bit of a waste.

Wang Yuanchao took out a piece of jelly, which was long, pointed, and spiral, like a small pagoda.

I tore off the plastic and took a careful bite.

No sweetness!

no taste!

A little harder and chewier than normal jelly.

Wang Yuanchao couldn't help but think of the difference between alcohol and industrial alcohol.

He quickly vomited everything out.

There is no information at all, so don't poison yourself.

As long as it’s edible, it should at least be a little sweet, right?
There was no place to dispose of the plastic shells and plastic skins, and Wang Yuanchao stuffed them into the garbage pile in the space. He had to find a place to dispose of them, as they took up space.

He found a broken enamel basin at home, which was used to burn paper money during some festivals. After burning, you could mix it with some water and throw it into the public toilet. It was hygienic and safe.

Just do it.

He first put the broken washbasin into the space and then put it out.

He took out a box of rubbish and started to light a piece of waste paper. He tore the rubbish into pieces and threw them into the basin, so that they burned quickly.

From time to time, foam and plastic packaging are thrown in. The plastic bags quickly curl up into asphalt, emitting black smoke and a burnt smell until they burn dry and crack.

A box of waste burned very quickly. Just as Wang Yuanchao was about to take out another box, he heard a burst of footsteps outside the door.

He was so scared that he immediately put the brazier into the space.

"Bang bang bang!"

The dust in the crack of the door floated out.

"Is anyone home? Is anyone home? Is Yuan Chao home?"

It was the voice of Auntie San, who also called his name.

Wang Yuanchao looked around and saw no traces.

"Hey, I'm here, I'm here!"

I had to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a breeze blew in. It was so cool! Even the air was so fresh.

The third aunt looked suspicious as she looked Wang Yuanchao up and down, as if she wanted to see if he was possessed by some demon or monster. Her nostrils flared as if she wanted to smell out the evil scent of Wang Yuanchao.

Not only the third aunt, Yan Jiedi was looking out the door of her house, but also the first aunt in the middle courtyard, Jia Zhang, came over from the hallway with her grandchildren.

Bang Geng said bluntly:
"Wang Yuanchao, are you a weasel practicing farting? You stink so badly!"

Wang Yuanchao glared and said:
"Hey, no big deal.

I call your grandma Aunt Zhang, I call your mom Sister-in-law Qin, and you have to call me Uncle, do you understand?
You are so rude, I have to tell your teacher!"

After being retorted by Wang Yuanchao, Banggeng immediately shrank back, but he still fanned his nose with his hands.

Jia Zhang had no choice but to seek justice for her eldest grandson:
"Yuan Chao, Bang Geng is still a child, he is only in the sixth grade when school starts.

You are such a grown-up, and you still try to scare a child!
We care about you.

Look at your house, there is black smoke and a foul smell. Isn't it just like what the storyteller said, a monster is coming!"

The third aunt seemed relieved and said:

"Yes, Yuan Chao, look at you, it's so cool, but you're still sweating."

Yan Jie Di from the opposite door said crisply: "He just had a fight with a monster!"

This situation even alarmed the girl in the backyard, Lou Xiao'e.

Lou Xiao'e said:

"Yuan Chao, are you burning chemicals?"

Everyone's eyes changed. What a prodigal son! He just burned such expensive chemical products?
Wang Yuanchao was stunned for a moment before he realized that these days, people still like to call "plastic" "chemical" to reflect its high-end nature and, of course, its price, as well.

A "chemical soap box" costs 7 cents, which is equivalent to a pound of meat; a pair of "chemical sandals" retails for 5 yuan; a "chemical comb" also costs 2 cents...

Seeing Wang Yuanchao was stunned, Lou Xiaoe felt that she was right, so she said:
"You can't burn chemicals casually. It's easy to catch fire. If they stick to your body, you can't get rid of them..." Seeing the admiring yet bewildered looks from the people around her, she could only continue, "It's okay, it's okay. The little boy may be curious about chemistry, but he must also pay attention to safety."

The last sentence was addressed to Wang Yuanchao, and then he went back to the backyard.

Wang Yuanchao opened his mouth to say something, but the other person had already turned and left.

The rich moth is white and tender, does not need to go to work, and has no worries about money. It seems that it can be developed into one of the customers.

The third aunt looked around the house several times and confirmed that there was no fire. The smell was gradually fading. She said:

"If you use chemicals to repair something, be careful, it's not reliable."

This is in line with the Yan family's character. The melted plastic does have a certain viscosity.

Wang Yuanchao took advantage of the situation:
“I didn’t find a job after graduation, so I did some experiments at home to see if I could fix it.

I was wondering, why can others repair buckets and basins, but I can't?

At least find something to do."

The third aunt said nothing more, shook her head, and went back to her home.

Xiaodang was sniffing the air hard, and seemed to think the smell was very good. Huaihua also followed her sister's example.

Wang Yuanchao thought it was a bad idea. How could the smell spread so far?
The door was open, and after a while, the smell almost dissipated.

Wang Yuanchao was sitting in the main room. The sunlight shone in obliquely and extended all the way to his feet. He could clearly hear the donkey-like voice of Zhongyuan Banggeng calling out "Wang Choupi, Wang Choupi", which definitely meant nothing good.

Damn your mother, how dare you make up stories about me like this?

But there is still half of the super-era garbage that has not been dealt with.

Anyway, the reason has been given, so let’s put it aside once and for all.

Wang Yuanchao closed the door and took out the brazier from the space. The fire had gone out, but as soon as it was taken out, the brazier caught fire again and the pungent smell emanated again.

Wang Yuanchao continued to burn.

Just be Wang Choupi, it won’t cost you any more meat if you call him that.

Without the interference, Wang Yuanchao quickly cleaned up the super-era garbage, and the space was half empty, which looked refreshing.

Open the door, let the smell get out, let it cool down for a while, then take the basin and rinse it under the faucet, then take the basin outside to clean it up.

When he came back after packing up, he ran into Chen Xueru who was standing outside the door waiting for him.

"Boss Chen? Why are you here?"

"I picked up Hou Kui after class, so I came to see you."

Having said that, he raised the handbag in his hand, which was full of apples, green and red in color, which was really pleasing to the eye.

Wang Yuanchao put the broken basin away and washed his hands.

He probably knew what the other party was here for, but since they were a single man and a single woman, they couldn't talk behind closed doors, so he invited the other party to come into the main room and sit down.

He poured him a glass of boiled water and said:

"Thanks, Boss Chen, I'm almost well now!"

Then he whispered:
"Why did you come here directly?"

Chen Xueru also understood and said with a smile:
"I saw you fell pretty hard last time, so I came back to see you. After all, it was my Hou Kui who threw the watermelon rind first. I'll be relieved if you recover!"

And whispered:

"Can you still get that stuff?"

(End of this chapter)