Chen Goudan did not care about the rest. He put the old quilt, two changes of clothes, the earthenware pot and the two chipped bowls in a gunny sack. Those were all his worldly possessions. Then he picked up his sister and left without looking back.
One of the roads in the brigade ran from north to south, and everyone's houses lined the road. At the northernmost point were two extremely rundown little houses. The houses were at the foot of the hill. They could see Gu Qingyao's house just by raising their heads.
No one had stayed in these two little houses for a long time, and they were extremely dilapidated. One of them had partly collapsed. The other was in slightly better condition, but there was a large hole in the roof. If they mended it, they might just be able to live there.
This place was further from Chen Dagui's house. In fact, of the empty houses in the brigade, this was the furthest one.
