Zayne stepped forward and spread out the bedding, which consisted of a quilt, a mattress and a pillow. As soon as he saw this simple three-piece suite, he couldn't help but stomp and scold his mother, "Fuck! I spent 100 million dollars, why is even the bedding second-hand? Just this tattered thing? Buy a new set. It's not more than two hundred dollars, right?!"
Zayne was furious, kicked the pillow as far as he could, turned his head and rushed out to the room on the right. As soon as he crossed the doorway, he smelled a long-lasting stench.
Looking down, he thought, “what the fuck is this room? This is a dry toilet with a roof!”
The room itself was bare, with the exception of a deep hole dug in the middle and two wooden boards laid alongside revealing the hole in the middle. There was a cesspit. But no sewage system. When he realized that it would have to be shoveled manually before it became too full, Zayne nearly collapsed.
From now on, you have to shovel that pit every once in a while. Who the hell could stand it?
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