Jixiang responded, ran out, and came back after a while.

I don't know when there were many voles around the house. If there was any trouble, they would report it to him as soon as possible.

After meeting the needs of Wang Zheng, a martial arts fanatic, Xu Tong did not go home directly, but came to the vicinity of Gaojia Hutong in the capital.

There is an inconspicuous small alley at the foot of the capital city wall.

Under the high city walls, there are slums one after another, and patches of gray houses stand here.

Not far away are scattered gray and dilapidated "chicken feather houses". Most of these simple houses are opened by hotel owners, and most of the people who come in and out of them are beggars or poor people who have no place to live.

What is a chicken room?

To put it bluntly, it is a room filled with chicken feathers. A thick layer of chicken feathers covers the floor. At night, you put these thick chicken feathers on your body and it becomes a bedding.

This kind of chicken feather room only costs one penny a night, and everyone can stay there, regardless of gender or age.

A poet once wrote a poem with this title, and the name was called Chicken Feather Room.

"The ice and snow are as windy as tigers, and those who cry naked have no shelter. At dusk, I beg for three coins to buy a sleep in a chicken-feather room."

Today's weather is getting colder and colder.

Places like the Chicken Feather Room were also in short supply, and Xu Tong even saw some naked men walking in naked.

They sold all the cotton-padded clothes they had for the winter, and in exchange for money and food, they spent the winter in a chicken-feather room, waiting until winter passed and the flowers bloomed in spring before going out to work.

It seems like a ridiculous scene, but it happens every day here.

Even so, a large number of people still freeze to death on the streets every year, and if a fire breaks out in a place like a chicken house, the consequences will be disastrous.

This kind of thing has happened before. It is said that in a fire, the people inside have no time to escape. The chicken feathers ignite so fast that just a little spark can turn the whole house into a furnace in an instant.

But so what, for these people, living is the most important thing.

"Headmaster, what are you doing here??"

Daya squatted at the entrance of the hall and saw Xu Tong standing there motionless. He was wearing a cotton coat with gold piping, which made him look out of place in this place.

Hearing Da Ya's inquiry, Xu Tong raised his eyebrows slightly, licked the corners of his slightly dry lips, and looked at the people who were still struggling in the mud with hot eyes: "Don't you think, these people are all naked?"
Chapter completed!