"Yo, Thorn, it's almost time to get up. This rough and harsh voice completely woke me up from my dream, and even the best dreams would be ruined by this old man. I sat up with a blank face and tried to open my eyes.

The oil lamp in the basement was dim, and you had to look hard to see what was going on...... Well, the pot-bellied guy is right at the door, and it looks like he's been up for a long time. What time is it? Forget it, I don't want to know, anyway, the army outside the city won't retreat so quickly.

"Let's get out and work. The owner of the basement waved his hand, and his tone was so indisputable that he would never do the work that could make others do the work himself, but I paid five hundred crowns to get a place on a straw mat in this small basement. It's dark and damp, and I wouldn't be in this place unless I'm asleep...... Let's get up quickly. Old vampire, five hundred crowns is not enough, and I still need to work as a coolie here.

I don't know what happened to my house. In that location, the lighting is not good, and it is far from the center of the city, and it is still in the most vulnerable place to be blown up by shells. If it weren't for the cheapness, the ghost would want to live there.

"Go, move all the bricks and tiles in front of those doors to the backyard. So saying, the old man picked up his pipe and sat comfortably on the chair in the doorway. This old guy, I don't know if I can do it faster?

The large pile of broken bricks and tiles outside the door makes people's heads big to look at. It's a great idea to move everything that heavily to the backyard, and it's not a loss. Nostrils let out a heavy sigh, after all, now it is under the fence, and the dissatisfaction can only be endured, who let himself not live in the basement? This old thing......

"Sharp!" the old guy still had such a bad attitude that he didn't notice that he hadn't eaten in the morning.

All these bricks and tiles were bought by this old thing at a low price - as for the source, it was naturally a house that was destroyed by artillery fire, and those bricks and tiles were picked up but never returned - he wanted to resell these waste bricks and tiles to make some extra money. Hmph, what a blessing, like me, I have to work hard, and I am worried about whether my house will be in these wastes......

"I said, old man, let me go to the house today, right?" I said, wiping the sweat from my head. It's a lot of effort to transport these things.

"I didn't let you stay here for nothing, if you want to leave, then don't come back. The old guy waved his hand in disagreement. It's because of this scheming old guy that I never had a chance to go back and see what my house had become.

Well, don't think about it yet. Even if it's blown up, as long as you don't know it, it's still there.

"Get to work. The old fellow urged dissatisfiedly, "You outsiders have a lot of things. ”

Hmph, this unscrupulous old fellow thinks that all the troubles are caused by the foreign residents...... They are really stubborn, thinking that we have robbed them of their resources! If it weren't for us, these people would have degraded in their complacency! What an unreasonableness!

Complain is complain, hurry up and finish to shut up this old man.

Although I don't know what time I got up, by the time I finished moving the bricks and tiles, it was already three poles in the morning. This old man is really stingy and doesn't let me eat anything except a few mouthfuls of dry food in the middle......

Go and beg him in a low voice, after all, I really haven't seen how my house is in days......