So, in this little room, at least an estimated twenty people should be living here.
Some beds have blankets piled up so haphazardly, and the blankets are so black they could drip oil, clearly a bachelor's bed.
And some beds, while also cluttered, are at least tidy and clean.
In the middle of the room stands a man about the same age as Du Heng.
Although he didn't show any signs of disgust, his actions reveal he is deliberately avoiding everything in the room, making sure nothing touches him except the floor.
On the bed by the door and window sits a young woman, neatly and tidily dressed, holding a dazed-looking child in her arms.
Huang Jufu put the bag he was carrying on the small table next to the bed and said with a smile to the woman, "Wife, this is Du, the fellow townsman I told you about, he's here to see our daughter."
After introducing Du Heng, Huang Jufu pointed to the clean bed and said, "Du, the place is small, no chairs available, just sit on the bed."
