This dugout is 1.8 meters long.
For you women, this height is acceptable. This room is not bad; at least the roof doesn't leak much.
Comrade Chen Ruixue, since you're here, make the best of it.
Chen Ruixue was helped into the dugout, where a gloomy, musty smell immediately filled the air.
The choking caused Chen Ruixue to cough repeatedly.
Jiang Tiecheng immediately put his luggage on the ground and rolled up the bamboo curtain at the door.
“You’ll have to alter this curtain later, sew on a layer of cloth, otherwise it will be cold in winter.”
"Take your time packing. I'll go next door first. If you need any help, have someone call me from next door."
Jiang Tiecheng believed he had done his utmost to repay the kindness, and that this act of gratitude was quite generous.
After giving his instructions, he went straight back to the dugout next door. This dugout could basically accommodate two people, but he had just checked it out.
There are about 200 dugouts in the surrounding area.
There are 50 empty rooms, meaning one person lives in one room.
So he treated it as if he lived alone, and didn't plan to let anyone else move in.
The earthen bed was built against the wall of the dugout.
There were many small square grids carved into the wall above the earthen bed.
It can be used to store oil lamps, books, or even some daily necessities.
The dugout was where people rested, and the stove was located near the door on the outside. Cooking and sleeping were basically done together here.
At the entrance to the dugout, there are narrow open spaces on both sides at the bottom of the steps.
A few pieces of firewood were scattered on one side, while traces of a water vat remained on the other.
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