The Cheng Family rented two and a half rooms in this slum, and the family of five huddled together here, but even so, the rent of a dozen or so copper coins per month was still a luxury for them.
Cheng Qian's leg had been broken in prison, and his health had collapsed; he needed medicine every month. Cheng Qian's mother was also in poor health. For the past half-year, they had barely scraped by on what the Sun Family and the daughter could earn from mending clothes for others. Their youngest son had been going to school, but now they couldn't afford to continue.
Yang Ruxin and Yu Qingge both stood in the courtyard, where the hot weather brought the stench of urine from every corner, accompanied by the coughing of the elderly in the house, the crying of the child next door, and even the sound of someone passing gas could be heard clearly.
"I've never seen such a dilapidated place," Yu Qingge sighed. "This family is really too pitiful."
