"good."
The woman followed He Lingchuan into the small courtyard and looked around.
The weather was very cold, but the room was too small. There was no room for people to sit on the bed, unless both of them sat on the bed. That was obviously too rude, so He Lingchuan moved the only bench out and said smoothly: "Please sit down, I'll get it for you."
Pour a glass of water."
After saying this, I was stunned. There was no fire in this yard all day long, how could it be so cool?
Do you let guests drink raw water?
There is wine in the house, good wine. But if I take the wine out, will it look bad?
The female neighbor waved her hand considerately and said, "No, no, no, I'm not thirsty."
He Lingchuan went into the kitchen and took out a small stove, started to light the fire and boil water, and also kept the two of them warm: "Is your brother Sun Jiayuan?"
"Yes, the pension has been sent over." Sun Fuling turned her eyes to him, "You can survive, it means you are more capable than him."
"It's just good luck." It's just a matter of not dying in the dream.
He thought to himself that Sun Jiayuan's sister was really beautiful and looked nothing like him. Especially when she raised her eyes, she was so gleaming that she seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.
"I was at the scene when your brother died. In fact, I almost followed in his footsteps." He Lingchuan shook the ashes in the furnace, "Before he died, he specifically asked us if becoming a hero would allow him to write off his old debts.
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To his surprise, Sun Fuling's eyes and tone were equally calm: "He is really hopeless, so he came up with this method."
The dust was a bit big, and He Lingchuan almost sneeze: "He finally canceled the debt he left behind, so as not to involve you. By the way, does Sun Jiayuan live here too? I don't think I've ever seen him nearby."
"No, he lives in a mud house." Sun Fuling said calmly, "What qualifications does a person with a lot of debt have to live in a wooden house?"
The earthen house is the lowest-level house in Panlong City, only one level higher than the slave's dwelling. The whole house is six square meters, barely enough for a bed, and the remaining space is not enough for an adult to stretch his legs.
If He Lingchuan's wooden house is where common people live, then the earthen house is the standard for the poor.
"However, he sometimes comes here to have a meal." Sun Fuling's eyes were curious, "I heard from the wicker girl that after my brother was killed, you also jumped into the nest of the burrowing spider?"
"Yes." After the fire was heated up, He Lingchuan quickly filled the pot with water.
The fire also burned too slowly.
"Then can you see Zhu Erniang? She is the leader of the burrowing spiders." Sun Fuling stretched out her hand to warm herself by the fire. The firelight reflected in her eyes, which made her sparkle and jump, making her look particularly naughty.
Chapter completed!