Squeak—
Sang Ning held onto the bamboo pole with one hand and pushed open the decaying wooden door with the other. Sawdust shook loose from the door panel.
"Achoo—"
Sang Ning was triggered by the sawdust and sneezed, quickly stepping back a few paces.
Once the sawdust had scattered onto the bluestone ground, she picked up the straw and headed inside.
After entering, she stepped into a roughly two-meter-long passageway, surrounded by walls smeared with mud.
Passing through the passage, one officially entered the small courtyard.
On either side of the courtyard were mud walls, and in the middle stood three wooden huts. Hanging at the doors of each hut were corn and chili peppers.
In the corner of the courtyard, firewood and miscellaneous items were piled haphazardly, looking very messy. Apart from that, there was nothing else in the yard.
"Grandpa, I've put the straw in your courtyard!"
