Lin Qiao picked up the mat, then walked out of the house and hung it on a handrail outside. After doing this, she broke off a sturdy twig with leaves on it and whacked the bamboo mat hard, sending dust flying into the air.
She instinctively covered her nose before stretching out her hand which was holding the twig and continuing to whack and sweep, even though the dust couldn't cause any irritation obviously.
She stopped until she saw no more dust rising, then turned around and walked back into the room.
This was the only house nearby, so she had no other place to go and search for the things she needed immediately. Besides the mat, she also found a few old clothes there. Some of them were already worn down, but fortunately, a few items were still wearable. Although those were all menswear, she didn't care as she just needed something to cover herself right now, and fashion appropriateness was the last of her worries.
