Old Lavi finished his sweeping work and slowly walked home against the wind and snow.
On the way home, he would glance at any trash cans or clutter piles by the roadside, casually rummaging through them if there was no danger.
Of course, you couldn't find anything valuable. Anything useful would have already been picked up by the beggars during the day.
However, if you originally didn't have any expectations, naturally there would be no disappointment, only surprises.
So, Old Lavi hummed a couple of tunes he had heard in Great Wilderness City and carried his big broom in the direction of home.
After walking for about half an hour, he was slightly out of breath and finally stopped.
Up ahead, was home!
It was called home, but in reality, it was the gap between two houses in the lower-class district due to poor construction planning.
These gaps often served as the dwelling places for many homeless people and beggars.
