Soon enough, Yang Ming stopped the carriage at the door of the house Little Shitou pointed to, and a few of them got off the carriage.
Xiaoxiao, holding the child, looked at the yard they were about to move into. It could be described as dilapidated, even more so than Yang Ming's house, as if a push would make it collapse. Such a house surely leaks in the summer and is cold in the winter; this is probably the worst house in the village.
Little Shitou felt very embarrassed to charge for such a house, but he had no choice. He pushed open the rickety gate and said, "Uncle, Auntie, this is my house, please come in."
Xiaoxiao and Yang Ming followed Little Shitou into the courtyard. It was very quiet inside, as if no one lived there, and there were none of the usual animals like chickens, ducks, pigs, or dogs. The place looked very old, but it was tidily maintained, suggesting the owner valued cleanliness.
