This was the slums, and because the houses here were cheap, they were favored by the poor. Bai Xiaozhu and Bai yunshu had once lived here as poor children.
Bai Xiaozhu arrived at the courtyard of a single-story house.
The roof tiles were broken, the walls were knocked off, and even the courtyard door was kicked open. The flowers, grass, and vegetables in the courtyard were either dead or yellow. A group of rats swaggered around in the courtyard.
If it were not for the fact that there was a dim oil lamp burning alone in the room, one would think that this was an abandoned residence.
Bai Xiaozhu quickly walked into the courtyard and pushed open the door. What she saw was a skinny figure lying under a blanket, coughing non-stop.
The room was filled with the pungent smell of Chinese medicine, and the walls were damp and moldy.
Even the bedding had a slight stench.
