Jiang Shanhe heard Xiaoguo's sigh and reached out to rub her chubby face.

"How is it going?"

Although Jiang Shanhe was settling the bill, he was also paying attention to the situation in the house. When he saw Shu Botong running out in a bad mood, his first reaction was to worry about Xiaoguo.

Xiao Guo shook her head and said, "It's hard to say. Let's see what he does next."

The point has been made. If he continues to act stupid, Xiaoguo doesn't want to deal with him anymore. This two-story building can be replaced by something else. It doesn't have to be this one.

The two craftsmen waited until the crowd dispersed before they stepped forward and looked at the two men hesitantly, "Should we still watch it today?"

Jiang Shanhe reacted quickly, and said to the two with a smile, "I'm so sorry to have made you come here for nothing. We will come back to invite you two after we have dealt with the matter."

Having said that, before they could show any dissatisfaction, Jiang Shanhe gave each of them some silver.

Immediately, the two of them beamed with joy. "It's no problem, no problem. Once you've dealt with it, just let us know and we'll be right over."

Jiang Shanhe nodded lightly and watched the two of them leave.

Xiaoguo looked at the dirty house and sighed.

She had not intended to make it clear so soon and was prepared to take it slow, but who could have thought that Shu Botong would give her such a big surprise this morning.

The money they both earned was not for nothing, but they could not afford to suffer from his torment. He spent several taels of silver every day, and she believed that Shu Botong really dared to do it.

The most important thing is that money is really a small matter. If I let him go out and offend people, I won’t have to do anything else. I will be busy enough just paying money and apologizing every day.

If Shu Botong was really a patient, it would be fine and he would just have to wait for a while, but he is not sick and he is a normal person.

Even if Xiaoguo is meddling in other people’s business, I will help anyone I can.

Shu Botong could understand that she could still take care of him a hundred years later. If he still escaped, she would just part ways with him.

Jiang Shanhe came to Xiaoguo and hugged her shoulders.

Looking at the house that was so difficult to enter, Jiang Shanhe silently took her a few steps back, "These?"

"Wait for him to come back and clean up."

Because of the debt collectors, the house, which was originally quite nice, became extremely dirty. Muddy footprints could be seen everywhere, and there were unknown objects on the walls. I don’t know which naughty kid had smeared them.

Whoever invites it should solve it.

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Shu Botong ran all the way to the end of Yonghai County before stopping.

He almost fell to the ground panting, but even so, the things in his arms were still well protected, without even a speck of dust or leaves on them.

The black mud on the face looked even more shiny due to sweating, and the stench on the body became even more touching as the sweat evaporated.

People I met along the way pinched their noses and dodged them consciously or unconsciously.

Normally, he didn't react when he saw these things, but he didn't know what happened today. He felt an indescribable emotion, very sour.

Shu Botong was walking along a path. There was green grass all around, except for this path, which had been trampled by people and had no grass at all. It seemed that people often walked on it.

He was walking alone, his back looking inexplicably desolate.

At the end of the path there is only a solitary grave mound, which protrudes on the hillside at the end, surrounded by dead grass, but it is neat and tidy, probably because someone cleans it regularly.

Shu Botong knelt down skillfully and put the things in his arms in order.

Food, drinks, cloth and shoes were all neatly placed together.

He casually took out the only fire stick he had on him and managed to light the paper money and the candles.

As the fire grew bigger, pieces of paper were added into the fire. After putting down the last pile of burning paper, Shu Botong kowtowed several times in front of the simple tombstone.

He murmured to himself, "Mom and Dad, how are you? I am still the same. Yesterday I gave the second floor to someone else, on the condition that they would take care of me for the rest of my life. I thought it was simple at first. I have nothing now. If I am lucky enough to survive in the rest of my life, I just want to have enough food and drink. It would be good if I could do this. I will still be like this if I continue to live like this. I don't have to face other people's sympathy, disgust and hate. It's good..."

As he spoke, Shu Botong's eyes gradually became puzzled, "But, is this considered a cowardly act?"

"When I was clean, other people still sympathized with me. Now that I'm like this, I just get more disgusted looks. It seems to make no difference. Anyway, no matter what I do, no one will look at me normally..."

Shu Botong said this with a self-destructive smile, but then a voice popped up in his head, carrying regret and disappointment.

This feeling was like a sudden enlightenment for him, and he suddenly became sober, and then he felt energetic again, a feeling he had not had for a long time.

Shu Botong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, slowly covered his heart, and said lightly, "It turns out that I still have a sense of shame."

Something that I had always thought did not exist suddenly appeared, and was actually brought out by Qin Xiaoguo's few words.

Shu Botong started laughing as he thought about it.

No one had ever said these words to him, and deep down he probably didn't want to go on like this, just waiting for a blow to wake him up.

Unfortunately, all he got over the years was sympathy and contempt, which led him to become increasingly self-destructive. No one cared about him anyway, so it didn't matter.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew and opened his eyes that were blocked by his overly long hair. He suddenly saw the sunlight. Shu Botong was not quite adapted to it yet and was blinded by the sudden light. He had not looked directly at this world for many years and now he really missed it a little.

When he closed his eyes uncomfortably, and when he opened them again, the wind had already gone back to the direction from which he came.

Shu Botong's heart moved and he looked at the tombstone. Do my parents support me too?

The tombstone did not answer him, but his inner voice had already answered himself.

After figuring it out, the man patted the dust off his body, but found that he could not brush it off, and it became dirtier and dirtier.

Shu Botong looked at his hands helplessly. After he figured it out, he couldn't bear to look at the way he looked at that moment.

He wiped his hands on the relatively clean clothes. Although they were still dirty, he had done his best.

Then he squatted down, picked up everything on the ground, and walked back to where he came from without looking back.

It’s a rare good weather and a rare good mood.

Shu Botong greedily admired the sun in the sky, the shade of the trees, and the people passing by.

Although there was still disgust in their eyes, Shu Botong was thinking differently at the moment because of his different mood.

Facing their looks of giving up and retreating, Shu Botong waved his hand generously and said, "I'll finish it right away."

Then, ignoring the looks of the people who had seen a ghost, he walked towards the roadside shop.

The people behind him seemed to have seen a ghost, and a sentence silently emerged in their minds.

What's wrong with the neurosis now?

When Shu Botong went to a store, he had fewer things in his arms and more cash in his hands. Except for food and drinks which were inconvenient to return, the rest of the fabrics, clothes, and shoes were returned. The candles, gold ingots, paper money and the like were all burned and could not be returned.

But the cloth and clothes alone would cost a considerable amount of money. For him at the moment, it was a huge sum of money.

Originally, he wanted to take this huge sum of money and return it to Xiaoguo and the others, but after thinking about it, he walked into a roadside shop.

When the owner of the fabric store saw him coming, he was so frightened that he immediately became nervous and almost closed the store and asked him to leave.

Shu Botong didn't pay attention to his action, but threw the silver on the table with a loud bang.