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"Sister, when you are in good health, go to the company of your brother's family to go to work. Their company's treatment is very good. I will go there at the same time." Xia Zhi excited suggestion.

At the same time, his heart is full of expectations for the future.

Immediately he and his sister have to work, their days will soon be better, no longer have to worry about money.

Xia Xinghe sorted the baggage lane: "I didn't plan to go to work."

Xia Zhi stunned. "What are you going to do?"

"Let's go, go back first." Xia Xinghe did not explain anything, leaving with luggage.

Xia Zhi quickly came to help her get things, and the two also left the hospital and went home.

After a few days of treatment, Xia Xinghe is much better now, and the body is basically okay.

On the bus, Xia Zhi said happily: "Sister, in order to celebrate your discharge, Dad bought a chicken today and said that it is stewed and we will go back and eat."

Thinking of his uncle's craft, Xia Xinghe showed a little smile.

She doesn't care about her, but every time she eats her uncle's meals, she can't help but eat more.

Because of the food he made, there is a taste of home...

Xia Xinghe’s head leaned against the window, and there was some warmth in his heart. If it were not for her uncle and Xiao Zhi, she would have been suffering a lot in the past few years.

Because they gave her home the warmth, even if she was poor, she was not like a rootless duckweed.

Now she has recovered her memory, and from now on, she will definitely let her family live the best life.

Xia Xinghe intends to start making money immediately, and she has many ways to make money.

As for going to work, she never thought about it. Not her arrogance, but the company that Xia Zhi said, she really didn't look at her eyes...

The car turned around a lot of stations before they reached the area where they lived.

When I got off the bus, the two went straight to the door.

This slum is home to the lowest level of society. Migrant workers, waste collectors, or elderly people who are helpless, disabled people, etc...

People here are struggling for survival every day.

What life is they don't know, they just struggle for survival.

And long-term residence here, people's vision and thoughts will be affected, people here have already accepted their lives.

"Xiaozhi, let's find a house now, I can't live here." Xia Xinghe suddenly said.

Xia Zhi took a moment and hesitated. "But we don't have much money right now..."

"Money is not a problem, I will find a way. First look for a house, this place is not for you, nor for your uncle to raise the body." Xia Xinghe finished, suddenly saw some people gathered in front.

A fierce voice came from the crowd. "I said that I will move away quickly, and I will not leave, I will pick up things!"

Xia Zhi’s face changed. “What happened, how are they at our doorstep?”

Xia Xinghe walked quickly to the front, pushed the crowd away, and saw the landlord and Xia Chengwu squatting.

Xia Chengwu is honest, and the blushing neck of the landlord is thick and thick, and he only said with one strength, "Why did we suddenly want to move, we did not pay the rent!"

"You have rented this, I haven't looked at it, I will give it back to you soon. You have to move it to me. I have to move it today!" The landlord pushed the Xia Chengwu fiercely and threw out their belongings when they entered the house.

"You stop, don't move our things!" Xia Chengwu wanted to stop, the landlord pushed hard, Xia Chengwu's body was awkward, the back hit the table, and a pot of chicken soup on the table suddenly turned over.