The young lady threw a tattered jacket onto his face. "What am I doing, what am I doing. You only know to sleep all day! Get up to get rice!"
The woman coughed twice before speaking up to mediate, "Yingchun, don't treat your younger brother like this. Cong'er, your sister said there are people giving handouts on Xiluo Street today. Let's go take a look."
Once the skinny lad heard that there were handouts, he scrambled up speedily. He then randomly threw on a jacket and rubbed his dirty face while he was at it. Afterwards, he strolled out of the rundown temple.
How were the people who lived in this kind of rundown place able to pay particular attention to washing up? It was already great if they could take a bath every year or so.
The family of three exited the rundown temple together and ran toward the beginning of Xiluo Street.
