Chapter 19
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"Sis, when you get better, you should go work at Senior Brother's company. Their company's salary is pretty good. I will go too, "Xia Zhi suggested excitedly.
At the same time, he was looking forward to the future.
He and his sister were going to work soon. Their lives would get better and they would not have to worry about money anymore.
Xia Xinghe packed her luggage and said, "I don't plan to go to work."
Xia Zhi was stunned. "Then what do you plan to do?"
"Let's go back first." Xia Xinghe did not explain anything and was about to leave with her luggage.
Xia Zhi hurried over to help her carry her things, and the two of them left the hospital and went home.
After a few days of treatment, Xia Xinghe was much better now. His body was basically fine.
On the bus, Xia Zhi said happily, "Sis, to celebrate your discharge, Dad bought a chicken today. He said it's ready for us to eat when we get back."
Xia Xinghe smiled at the thought of her uncle's cooking.
She did not have a strong appetite, but every time she ate her uncle's cooking, she could not help but eat more.
Because his cooking had the taste of home...
Xia Xinghe leaned her head against the window, feeling warmth in her heart. If not for her uncle and Xiaozhi, she would have lived a miserable life for the past few years.
Because they gave her the warmth of home, even though she was poor, she was not like a rootless duckweed.
Now that she had regained her memory, she would definitely let her family live the best life possible.
Xia Xinghe planned to start earning money immediately. She had many ways to do so.
As for going to work, she had never thought about it. It was not that she was arrogant, but the company that Xia Zhi mentioned was not good enough for her...
The bus went through many stops before they arrived at the area where they lived.
After getting out of the bus, the two of them walked straight to their house.
This slum was inhabited by the people at the bottom of society. Migrant workers, garbage collectors, helpless old people, handicapped people, etc …
The people here struggled to survive every day.
They did not know what life was like, but they were fighting for survival.
Moreover, living here for a long time would affect one's outlook and thinking. The people here had already accepted their fate.
"Xiaozhi, let's find a house now. We can't live here anymore," Xia Xinghe suddenly said.
Xia Zhi was stunned and hesitated. "But we don't have much money now..."
"Money is not a problem, I will think of a way. Let's find a house first. This place isn't suitable for you, nor is it suitable for uncle to recuperate. "After Xia Xinghe finished speaking, he suddenly saw a group of people gathered in front of him.
A ferocious voice came from the crowd. "I told you to move away. If you don't, I'll smash things!"
Xia Zhi's expression changed. "What's going on? Why are they all at our doorstep?"
Xia Xinghe quickly walked forward and pushed through the crowd. He saw the landlord and Xia Chengwu facing off.
Xia Chengwu was an honest man. His face turned red when he was scolded by the landlord. He kept saying, "Why do you want us to move out all of a sudden? It's not like we haven't paid our rent!"
"I'm not interested in this little bit of rent. I'll give it back to you immediately. Move out of here, you must move out today!" The landlord fiercely pushed Xia Chengwu away and was about to throw their things out when he entered the house.
"Stop! Don't touch our things!" Xia Chengwu wanted to stop him, but the landlord pushed him hard. Xia Chengwu's body staggered, and his back hit the dining table. The pot of chicken soup on the table immediately flipped over.
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