The adobe house was simple, but it still had a main hall and separate rooms.
In the moonlight, he could see it was fully furnished with a table and chairs. The bedroom had a cot with a quilt on it.
The quilt felt damp and cold to the touch... but that was to be expected.
After all, it was right next to the great river, so the air was heavy with moisture.
For Qin Fang, just having a place to stay was more than good enough; he had no room to be picky.
Besides... Qin Fang had survived the harsh life of a refugee. What was this in comparison?
There was also a table in the room with an oil lamp on it. After setting down his bundle, Qin Fang took out a flint and, with a little effort, lit the lamp.
The room was immediately filled with a dim, yellow light.
He gave the place a quick look-over. The environment was decent enough. The only issue was the dirt floor, which was frozen hard and cold...
