But for Jiang Chengxu, not a single one of these difficulties could be overcome.
He sat on the edge of the half-ruined kang. Above his head, rainwater dripped steadily; the walls were splotched with mud sliding toward the floor; beneath his feet was a pool of sludge; and deep within his heart burned a raging fire.
"Brother Chengxu, should I go to the carpenter’s and trade for a bed?" Xu Manman asked cautiously.
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