Early in the morning, the four of them of course first went to the entrance of the village to wait for the ox cart. After all, they were going to the commune to handle affairs; they couldn't keep the village chief waiting.
The four of them were yawning. Yesterday, when they got to the house they'd be living in for the next few years, they didn't go straight to rest, because it was really full of dust inside. There was no way to rest properly. What else could they do?
Of course they had to clean the house first. Compared to Qian Hao and the others, who only needed to clean their own rooms, Zhang Yu had an extra task—helping Zhang Hui clean hers.
After they finished cleaning, Zhang Yu and the others suddenly remembered something: they couldn't even take a bath if they wanted to—no bathtub, and not even a washbasin. Sigh.
