Chen Mo was woken up by a sour smell.
He opened his eyes suddenly and saw crooked wooden beams, and the thatch above his head was rustling in the wind. There was a thick layer of straw underneath him, which was so hard that it hurt his bones. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to rub his temples, but as soon as he moved his arm, a bad smell surged out from the cuffs of his ragged cotton-padded jacket, almost sending him away on the spot.
"Where the hell is this..."
