The cabin wasn't big enough, so everyone had to sleep in nearby tents and hammocks. But the swarms of mosquitoes quickly sparked a chorus of complaints.
Qiao An had no choice but to go around burning mugwort to help drive away the insects.
Xie Shan, swaying back and forth in his hammock, gazed at the night sky and couldn't help but sigh again. "Alright, I'm officially giving up on the idea of a pastoral retirement. Life out here is just too much of a hassle…"
You wouldn't know it from how he works—unafraid of getting dirty or tired—but as soon as he's home, he's back to being that pampered young master.
If he were really stuck in a godforsaken dump like this, he probably would've had a breakdown long ago. He didn't have Qiao An's adaptable nature or her tenacity to survive anywhere.
