Chapter 2 is still the same loser
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Looking at this dilapidated courtyard, Jiang Xinyu kept comforting herself, building inner resolve—it's nothing, really nothing. Her husband's, how could it be nothing?
How low is this low house? By estimation, it's not even two meters tall. The thatch roof seemed crooked as if ready to fall apart at any moment.
Standing in the courtyard for a while, only when shouting came from next door did she relent and step into the house.
Pushing open the door, this is the main room, with two stoves, and a potless hearth, though quite clean. Relying on memory, she entered the west room, which was her bedroom.
There was only a rolled-up quilt on the pitch-black kang mat. Because of the small, straw-paper-pasted window, it was extremely dark inside. She sat helplessly at the edge of the kang, lacking the courage to lie down.
She emptied her mind and sat for ten minutes before reluctantly getting up, heading to the main room to ladle a scoop of water into the aluminum basin in the yard. This basin had been mended several times by the big jar repair master but it leaked so much that it couldn't be used for cooking food, now relegated for washing face.
Stooping down carefully, she washed her hands, even painstakingly picking out the dirt from under her nails.
After washing her hands, she fetched a basin of water and washed her face and neck again, only then feeling somewhat comfortable.
Back inside, facing the towel, she lacked the courage to use it, so she opted to wait for her hands to dry naturally.
Now it was a bit dark outside, probably around five o'clock, and her stomach started its empty song. With no choice, she summoned a meat bun, eating it in a few bites.