When evening came, washing feet meant waiting in line, and often a whole roomful of people would wash together, several pairs of feet soaking in the same basin, you rubbing my feet with yours and me rubbing yours with mine.
The face-washing water was shared just the same. You finished, then I went, everyone lining up one after another without even changing the water, until by the end, the water in that basin was thick enough to make chopsticks stand upright.
In any case, Yuanchun simply could not bear this kind of life.
Chapter 951