The frozen surface of the lake is too strong and thick.

At this time, the lake has become a large amusement park, and some people skate on it, and some people play spinning tops on it, so it is not happy.

Jiang Yang shrugged his coat, wrapped the scarf around his neck, and held a pile of waste stones in both hands, the cold wind blew on his five fingers, and his bones hurt.

He was followed by a cripple, carefully stepping on the ice.

Many people looked at these two very contrasting people curiously.

Not to mention anything else, the black coat that Jiang Yang wore up to his ankles was expensive at first glance. The shiny leather shoes and meticulously combed hair can't be associated with "migrant workers" no matter how you look at them.

What is surprising is that such a dressed person not only did the work of a migrant worker, but also "caught" a dirty "cripple" behind him.

Fortunately, these people are all out to play, and it is purely out of curiosity to look at the two of them a few more times.

When he was about to reach the other side of the lake, someone recognized Han Youmin, but the way he greeted him was somewhat ridiculous.

"Lao Gui, I still work on Saturdays, I am dedicated enough!"

An old man carrying a birdcage said with a smile.

Han Youmin smiled and nodded politely as a greeting.

The inferiority complex engraved in his bones made him develop the habit of talking less, for fear that he would offend others, even in the face of ridicule.

Enduring the pain in his ankle, Han Youmin was already soaked with sweat when he walked across the lake hundreds of meters.

Jiang Yang is a person who has not worked much.

Especially when working in this kind of weather, I also moved so many discarded stones at one time.

The weight of these stones was bearable for him, but it was too cold and without the protection of gloves, so that his ten fingers were almost unconscious.

Stiff, with a hint of pain.

There is a staircase on the shore of Agate Lake, and when you go up the staircase, there is an asphalt road less than three meters wide, and when you cross the road, it is a very narrow alley.

These alleys barely allow two bicycles to pass side by side, and people stand in them like a ray of sky.

The underground of the alley is paved with bluestone slabs, and under the stone slabs is the sewer, and people step on it to make a cooing sound, a standard old Kyoto alley.

Han Youmin was very familiar with the situation here, and introduced the situation here as he walked inside.

"Many of the residents here come from other places to work, and because the rent is cheaper than outside, the people are more mixed and the environment is a little poor."

Han Youmin limped along, looked at Jiang Yang with some embarrassment, and said, "Leader, I'm really causing you trouble." ”

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Jiang Yang's two hands were frozen and painful, and he only hoped to get to the place early, so he nodded slightly and didn't say anything.

Han Youmin saw it in his eyes and wanted to reach out to take these stones over and share them, but Jiang Yang refused.

Although it is true that it is "fine skin and tender meat", he is also a person who has practiced, and if he can't do this bit of work, then he himself feels a little unreasonable.

Fortunately, Han Youmin's place of residence is not particularly far away.

After entering the alley, I turned two alleys, and then soon came to a doorway with two stone piers, and stopped in front of the wooden door.

Han Youmin skillfully put his hand into the door, and then touched it by feeling, and then the door opened from the inside.

Jiang Yang was very surprised.

Since the lock inside the door can be opened from the outside, what is the point of "locking the door" from the inside?

Doubts are doubts, but Jiang Yang is still very calm.

He didn't want people to see him as he hadn't seen the world.

When the door opens, there is a "corridor" of less than three square meters, which looks very quaint.

Wearing the "corridor" is a small yard, the yard circle is full of rental houses, many have been rented out, and some are posted with "rent" information, 150 yuan / month and other words.

It looks like a large yard of shared houses, with at least a dozen families crammed together.

Each room is small, and the door can only allow one person to enter and exit, and you can see everything in the room at a glance along the door.

A bed, a table, and an area of about seven or eight square meters are all that a rental house can be.

On the innermost side of the front of the courtyard, there is a completely different house.

The door of that house was much wider than that of other rental houses, and there was a burglar fence outside, and the ventilation pipes of the honeycomb coal stove came out of it, steaming hot and dripping from time to time.

Jiang Yang judged that it should be the owner of this compound, that is, the landlord of these residents.

At the door of the landlord's house, a girl in a white down jacket squatted, who was seriously laying pieces of discarded stones on the ground.

The girl heard the movement at the door, then raised her head, and when she saw Han Youmin, she got up and walked into a rental house, and soon took out a hot teacup and handed it to Han Youmin. Jiang Yang took a look, the girl was very beautiful, around 20 years old, her facial features were extraordinarily delicate, her skin seemed to be crystal clear, shining in the sun, like an elf, especially those eyes, clear and bright, and full of aura.

Han Youmin took it with a smile and told the girl to pour another glass.

The girl nodded, looked at Jiang Yang and smiled shyly, turned around and entered the house again.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word, he didn't speak.

Han Youmin opened his mouth, and Jiang Yang learned that the girl was his daughter, named Xia Qixue.

"The name was given by her mother, and it was her grandfather's last name."

Han Youmin welcomed Jiang Yang into the rental house, still a little restrained and smiled: "I am a son-in-law who is inverted, and I used to be at home, either her grandfather has the final say, or Qixue and her mother have the final say." ”

Xia Qixue came in with a glass with a plum blossom sticker, gently placed it on the table, and then left quickly, as if she was very afraid of people.

After leaving the rental house, he squatted on the ground of the yard and continued to pave the stone on the ground.

Han Youmin saw that his daughter had gone out, so he said: "Later, there was an accident in this family, and I and Qi Xue were left to rely on each other." I injured my leg while working in the factory, and it became more and more difficult these days, but fortunately, Mr. Wang Bing, who was protected by Red Star, pulled me, otherwise it would have been a problem for both of us to eat. ”

Speaking of this, Han Youmin sighed and looked at his daughter who was squatting on the ground and working.

Jiang Yang held the glass with boiling water, and his hands gradually regained consciousness.

I looked up at the rental house and saw that it wasn't your average cold.

There was no heating, no gas, and no heating equipment.

The only things that could keep warm in the whole hut were the hot water bottle hanging on the wall without water, and the briquette stove with only a few honeycomb coals left.

There was a kettle sitting on the stove, and it was steaming hot.

But this temperature is obviously not enough.

I bowed my head and drank my saliva, sweetly.

It looks like there's sugar in it.

At this moment, Jiang Yang actually felt that sugar water was better than tea.