Chapter 6: Xu Damou Comes Uninvited, Inviting His Own Humiliation

The next morning, the entire courtyard knew something had gone wrong at the Jia family’s residence. Banggeng had spent the whole night passing gas—loud and foul-smelling—making the two small rooms at the Jia household unbearable for anyone to stay in.

Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu were overwhelmed by the stench. They had no choice but to open all the doors and windows early in the morning to air out the place, but the foul odor drifted throughout the central courtyard.

“Oh dear, did the Jia family fall into a cesspool or what? Why does it smell so terrible?”

“I heard that Banggeng ate something bad and had diarrhea all night.”

“No, that doesn’t sound like diarrhea. It’s more like farting—the noise was like thunder, nonstop the entire night!”

Neighbors covered their noses and whispered among themselves.

Shazhu emerged from the house, frowned at the smell, and asked, “Sister Qin, what happened? Is Banggeng sick?”

Qin Huairu looked haggard, her eyes bloodshot. She forced a smile and said, “It’s nothing. The child probably ate something bad and has an upset stomach.”

In her heart, she knew perfectly well this was Chen Mo’s doing. But how could she say that out loud? Would she really tell everyone that her son had gone to steal, got pricked by a needle, and turned into a “fart god”? That would be the ultimate disgrace for the Jia family.

Jia Zhangshi paid no mind to such concerns. She loved her grandson dearly but was furious. Hands on her hips, she was ready to confront Chen Mo. “That little bastard Chen Mo is definitely behind this! My grandson was fine before he went to that house, and now he’s like this! No, I have to go see him! He has to compensate my grandson!”

“Mother! Please don’t go!” Qin Huairu grabbed her firmly.

“What would you say if you went? That Banggeng went to steal from his house? Do you want to embarrass us even more today?”

Jia Zhangshi was stumped. Indeed, this matter was unjustified; saying anything would only make themselves look worse.

“Then… what should we do? My poor grandson!” She sank to the ground, pounding her thighs as she wailed.

The people in the courtyard watched this spectacle with subtle expressions. Many had already guessed, to a large extent, that Banggeng’s habit of mischief had once again backfired on him when he crossed paths with Chen Mo. Instead of feeling sympathy, some even felt a sense of satisfaction.

“Serves him right! Let that little brat keep stealing!”

“Exactly! Chen Mo did well! Let’s see if he dares to try it again!”

Chen Mo pushed open the door, stretched lazily, feeling refreshed. He had slept well the previous night; the effects of the physical recovery potion were still strong, and he felt stronger day by day.

Stepping outside, he saw the chaotic scene in the courtyard and caught the familiar foul smell in the air. A smile bloomed in his heart. It seemed his “ventilation needle” was working well.

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