Since there was a storage space on his body, no matter how many things he carried, he was not too burdened. He returned to his tent with Gu Xijiu and saw that the bathtub she had previously bathed in had disappeared. There was another arrangement in the tent underneath a snowy long furry carpet on top of an antique bed.
Di Fuyi always pampered himself, so even if he was living alone, the bed he carried with him was a large bed that was good enough for two people to roll on it. The white bed had a curtain with a landscape painting on it. There was a small table beside the bed, and on top of the table, there was a colorful clamshell. Inside the shell was a bright pearl that lighted up the bed area.
Most of the people here used torches or homemade oil lamps to provide them with light at night. However, due to the scarcity of resources, every stone house was usually dark and dim. People could barely even see.