The room is not small, thirty square meters in size, but it is too short, only two meters high, and the whole room has only one small window, which is still a paper-paste, and the sunlight cannot be transmitted.

The room was dark and tide, and it also emitted a smell of moldy rot.

The things in the house were also worn out. One had a few pieces of paint and two doors with no door. One of them had a wardrobe with an equally painted and worn Eight Immortals table, which was still lame. It was padded with a stone. Only the chair was good, but it also had a very painted out. On the table, there was a gray mud cup and a mud tile-colored crock pot...

And half of the house, there was a lot of firewood piled up.

This is not where people live, this is the woodshed.

Nian Ruyi's face turned black.

The original owner is too honest and easy to bully. He is obviously the cousin of the Qin family, but his place to live is not as good as a maid's room.

Although she had the strength to easily resist Zheng's abuse of her, she chose to endure it and would rather suffer and suffer from grievances than disobey Zheng.

In the end, he was beaten to death by Zheng.

"Miss Cousin, it's getting late, so you can rest early."

Mrs. He was fumigated and left in a hurry.

Nian Ruyi also wanted to leave, and even wanted to argue with Zheng... Ask her why she abused a child.

In the end, she endured it.

She is just a poor relative who lives under someone else's roof. Zheng is the master. The master asked her to live here. What can she care about if she is a storm for the autumn wind?

Nian Ruyi took out a box of incense from the space, put it on the table, then went to the kitchen, brought two buckets of water in, and began to scrub...

After an hour, I finally cleaned it inside and out, and there was a faint fragrance in the air that could not be removed.

The musty smell, the smell, the rotten smell are gone.

The bed was covered with dark, hard and smelly bedding, and the tattered old clothes the original owner had worn before, were also rolled up by her and threw them to the gate.

Then, she took out a straw mattress and placed it on the bed.

There are nine beds in her space for such straw mats. When she went out to collect herbs in her previous life, she went to a village to spend money. The owner of the family she was staying in was a widowed old woman who made a living by weaving straw mats and selling them in a textile fabric.

At that time, she was kind-hearted and wanted to help the old lady, so she bought ten straw mats and a few bales of coarse cloth. After that, she returned to the city and forgot about these things.

A few days ago, she saw it when she packed her things and remembered it again.

Originally, she wanted to throw things into the forest, but later she thought that she had met the Yuan brothers and the middle-aged hunter on the mountain, but she didn't dare to throw them away casually. However, she didn't expect that she would use them now.

This straw mat was also found in ancient times.

According to the old lady, her craft of weaving straw mats was passed down from generation to generation.

Afterwards, Nian Ruyi took out a bundle of undyed coarse cloth, sewed a wool quilt and a cotton quilt inside, and spread it on the bed.

Take out another tea pillow and sew it with coarse cloth.

The linen fabric has no patterns and is rough and ugly. However, in the Nianruyi space, only coarse cloth can be used, and the others are not suitable for ancient use.

Fortunately, Nian Ruyi, who was used to sleeping in the wild, didn't care. She pillowed on it and smelled the faint fragrance of tea. Soon after, she fell asleep.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

In a daze, someone knocked on the door. Nian Ruyi asked, "Is there an emergency?"
Chapter completed!