The overseer watched Xia Qingqian silently walking with a broom toward the stinking sheep pen, feeling quite pleased inside.
From now on, someone would take over her work. She wouldn't have to serve those sheep in the stinky pen anymore!
"Hurry up, hurry up! Why are you moving so slowly?" The overseer, with a thin toothpick clamped in his mouth, gestured and commanded Xia Qingqian, who was busy in the sheep pen: "The sun is setting soon, what are you standing around for? Quickly clean up the sheep pen!"
Xia Qingqian raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, ignoring the pungent smell on her hand.
She had been in the sheep pen for four hours, cleaning the sheep dung piece by piece. Her back ached, but she dared not make a sound.
Not even a single tear dared to fall from her eyes brimming with tears.
The overseer was terribly cruel, standing idly by without offering her a drop of water, a bite of food, or even a moment's rest.
