Relying on vague memories, Xie Qingyun finally found his home when the sky became brighter.

This is a row of small houses, full of the rusty smell of "disrepair". The thatched eaves are covered with heavy snow and are overwhelmed by the support.

Xicheng is known as a slum. Xie Qingyun’s memory is full of muddy and oily roads, narrow alleys, old row houses full of “illegal construction” style, dark skies and dirty ditches that are darker than the sky...

…Everything is beautified by the heavy snow.

Such pure white beauty seems to be the God's preference for the human world, and wants to cover up all the darkness. But Xie Qingyun knows that no matter how white and pure the upper layer is, the suffering and sin below can never be eliminated.

Still, tomorrow will come.

Xie Qingyun looked up at the dawn after the snow and thought like this.

The door opened at this moment, and a dark-skinned peasant woman rushed towards Xie Qingyun with a broom and hit him in the face without saying a word.

"Stop!" Xie Qingyun hurriedly dodged back, "Who are you, ma'am? How can you hit someone?"

"Hit someone? I have killed someone before!" The peasant woman did not pursue him. She stood fiercely with her hands on her hips and glared at Xie Qingyun, "Where did you come from, a little thief? What do you want to do standing in front of my house?"

"This is your home?" Xie Qingyun was startled. Could it be that his memory was wrong?

"Could it be your family?" The peasant woman looked at Xie Qingyun up and down and said fiercely, "Tell me, are you coveting my beauty?"

Madam, do you have any cognitive bias towards the word "beautiful"... Xie Qingyun looked at the broom in the other person's hand and wisely did not spit it out.

"As far as I know," he said tactfully, "this family's surname is Xie. May I ask what your surname is?"

"Hmph, you don't recognize a single flower in Baojing City?" the peasant woman sneered, "I am Lin Xianglan."

Lin Xianglan?

Xie Qingyun quickly searched for keywords in his memory and couldn't help but open his eyes wide: "You, are you Aunt Lan?"

Lin Xianglan, the shrew next door, no, she is simply a shrew. My second personality brother was often bullied by this shrew when he was a child.

Xie Qingyun refused to admit in his heart that he was bullied.

Lin Xianglan's expression changed. She took a closer look at the dawn and suddenly her eyes widened. She raised her finger and pointed at Xie Qingyun, "It turns out it's you who has suffered a thousand blows!"

Xie Qingyun's face darkened. There was not a nice word in this shrew's mouth. She had learned this lesson since she was a child. He said solemnly: "Aunt Lan, why did you occupy my house and call it yours?"

Lin Xianglan sneered and didn't respond. She turned around and shouted at the door: "Master, master, get up quickly. Let's see if this talented guy who has suffered a thousand cuts still has the face to come back!"

"What are you calling me? I have to work later, so I won't let anyone sleep..."

There were yawns and curses in the room. Not long after, a strong man walked out. The cold wind blew, causing his eyes to open involuntarily. He shivered and wrapped himself tightly in his cotton-padded jacket. He glanced at Xie Qingyun and said, "What is that?"

What is this, no matter what you do, if you are sensible, get out of here!"

As soon as Xie Qingyun saw him, a name immediately popped into his mind: Zhao Kuo.

This man is Lin Xianglan's husband, who makes a living as a dung picker in Baojing City. One of the couple is a mouthful, the other has a bad temper and is prone to fights, and they both like to take advantage. They are a perfect match.

Xie Qingyun endured his anger and said: "Uncle Zhao, this is my house!"

"Yo ho?"

Zhao Kuo seemed to finally recognize Xie Qingyun, "It's you boy, how can you have the nerve to ask for a house from us? That old guy of yours is dead, oh, you just ran away without burying him, the old guy stinks."

Did you know that I almost got a lawsuit before being accused? Mr. Qingtian asked me to pay for the burial and used your house to pay for it. Tell me, how can you have the nerve to ask for a house? "

When Xie Qingyun heard this, he realized that he was indeed at fault. When he was sucked into the Blood Hell Ghost Mansion, the old servant's body was left unattended, so it naturally stunk at home. He sighed and said: "Uncle Zhao is very righteous, I accept it."

.If you dare to ask me where to be buried, I will give you the price together with the house."

Zhao Kuo hugged his arms and sneered: "Oh, why are you burying me? Isn't that what your father is like when he gets into trouble? How can he have the money to buy straw mats? Even if he has money, I have to work every day, so how can I have the energy to dig holes?"

"

Lin Xianglan also sneered: "That's right, everyone's efforts are in vain, don't they all have to pay for it?"

Don't argue with the scoundrels, don't argue with the scoundrels... Xie Qingyun took a deep breath: "Then, please give me the ashes, and we will be cleared!"

"Spill it." Zhao Kuo curled his lips.

"Where did you spill it?" Xie Qingyun gritted his teeth and said.

"In the river, go find it yourself." Zhao Kuo said, hugging his wife and going back to the house.

"Stop!" Xie Qingyun shouted angrily, "My father, Xie Baoshu's ashes and memorial tablet, don't tell me and scatter them too!"

"Oh, that's not true, it's just..."

"Just what?"

Zhao Kuo paused for a moment: "A group of people came two days ago. They said they were from your clan and were leaving. You go find them."

Xie Qingyun was startled. He didn't expect that even this matter would have twists and turns, so he quickly asked: "Where are they?"

"Want to know?" Zhao Kuo turned around and rubbed his fingers towards Xie Qingyun with a "hehe" smile on his face.

Xie Qingyun thought on his knees and knew that Xie Baoshu's ashes and spiritual place were probably sold by this scoundrel. He had no choice but to take out half a bunch of copper coins and threw it over, "Speak quickly!"

"You're a good boy," Zhao Kuo's eyes sparkled as he caught the copper coin. "Compared with you when you were a child, hey, you've grown a lot. But I advise you not to go to them. You can't afford to offend them."

Xie Qingyun simply omitted the honorific: "You just need to tell me where they are, and you don't need to worry about the rest!"

"These are important people from Xijing. They are being entertained by the Yamen. If you want to find them, you have to do it as soon as possible. They may not stay after they have finished their work."

After hearing this, Xie Qingyun had no time to talk nonsense with him, and immediately planned to go to the government office. He took two steps but suddenly stopped. In the last room with a low fence in front of the row of low houses, a man with hair

The strange old man, who was gray and skinny, stood in the low fence and stared at him, muttering:

"Don't come to see me, don't come to see me, forget it, I'm going to die, don't come to see me... not even come... Bao'er, my lovely Bao'er, where are you?

, Daddy misses you...Daddy is dying..."

"Uncle, it's cold outside, please go back to the house and rest."

Xie Qingyun's memory surged, and he quickly remembered the identity of this person. But he could no longer remember this person's name. He only knew that he was a poor man. He was originally a wealthy businessman with two daughters. Because he loved his daughter too much, he actually married his daughter.

The family property was divided into two as dowry. Unexpectedly, his two daughters did not care about his life or death after the marriage, leaving him alone in the slums.

"Daddy can still do business, and daddy can make money again. Why don't you come... come and see me..."
Chapter completed!