Mrs. Li had nothing to say, thanked for the kindness, and endured many discomforts as she returned to gather her luggage with Qin Yao, tidying up briefly.
The earthen house was dim, the walls had been battered for years, shedding dust in bursts.
If the conditions of Qin Yao's home could only be described as clean and tidy in the eyes of wealthy families, then Old Liu's house could only be described as shabby.
Although Mrs. Li didn't complain, from her horrified expression upon cleaning out a pile of mouse droppings, her heart must have been quite shattered.
Qin Yao had previously gone to the Ding Family's mansion as a bodyguard, and the small room they assigned her was also a brick house with stone slabs on the floor.
Here, the soil floor was uneven, the walls shed dust, and the dark, indistinct beams and thatched roof challenged Mrs. Li's limits.
To think, a truly poor family could be this poor!
