The house that Qi Lin rented is actually quite nice.
The house was built about 20 years ago, a square red brick bungalow with a sloped roof made of the then-popular asbestos tiles to prevent leaks. It's now quite old and worn, but still intact.
Additionally, since it's not located next to the main village road, the village committee hasn't required a roof replacement.
The cement courtyard wall, over a meter high, is topped with shards of glass, and the bottom bar of the hollow iron gate is rusted, with a piece already broken, but it doesn't affect locking the gate.
The cement grounds of the yard have a few deep cracks, and now weeds have sprouted from them, even though Qi Lin pulled them out a few days ago, tender grass buds have grown back.
But in such an environment, the old man looked at the yard and, seeing the faucet and sink in the storage shed, and the toilet that was a flushing squat toilet like those seen in the urban area, was already full of amazement!
