While the two were sleeping soundly, in the northwest Qingyun Town, two ragged old men joined the slum.
Such old men were way too common here, so no one suspected anything, and no one paid them any attention.
Seeing that there was still wood burning in the center of the tent, and quite a few people were gathered around the fire, the two old men, leaning on crutches and holding broken bowls, walked over, "Please, could we also warm ourselves by the fire? We're so cold."
Although it was only September, the northwestern nights always had particularly strong winds. Without shelter, sleeping in such cold winds would inevitably lead to catching a cold or something similar.
Gathering around the fire at least helped dispel some of the chill.
Hearing the old men's words, a young man stood up, kindly saying, "You two uncles can come sit over here with me."
