Assassin Farmer

In the next few days, Su Shuiju was struggling to clean up his new home. Lin Shiyao laid bricks in the yard. This batch of bricks was bought from a freight man from a foreign country, the price is not high, but the paving is not provided, so Lin Shiyao put his sleeves together, used to take the sword hand, took the knife in the front yard Tintin when the local work was very happy.

The fence has been fenced. The tall Namgi fence circled around an acre or so of yard. The upper head of the fence is as sharp as a thorn and the lower head is inserted straight into the mud. The palm of each fence is wide, leaving a two-finger wide gap between the lite and the lite. Standing in the courtyard, it can still breeze slowly and coolly, without affecting the flow of air in the courtyard in any way. Standing outside the wall, you can only hide the view of the courtyard. What is it exactly, you can't see clearly. In this way, it is safe and secure.

Xide Feng Lao Liu Lian praised this approach well. He also said that the next time he remodeled his yard, he would learn the same method. Lin Shiyao paid him a day's wages and gave him the rest of Nanmu about half a dozen pieces, Feng Lao Liu Lian thanked him, then picked up Nanmu and ran home to inform his daughter-in-law of the good news.

I couldn't help but laugh at Su Shuiju.

“Did you tell them where this timber came from?” Su Shuiju thought of the problem.

Lin Shiyao glanced at her and shook his head. They are not afraid to share the vast resources in the mountains of the great chambers. It's really dangerous in there. Although there are no White Tigers today, who knows if there will be other grown beasts. Told them it might be profitable for a short time, but what if one day they lost their lives because of it?

“Well, I don't think that's a good idea either. In case...” Su Shuijuan thought of the same worry, “you too, next time don't go.” She looked at him worried and softly persuaded him.

“Mmm.” Lin Shiyao nodded. There's no need since I won't go in again.

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It was only after Su Shuiju had cleaned up the three main houses and one kitchen with little dust.

“Whoa!” she exhaled softly, slapping some sore back.

After five days of cleaning and wiping, there is still wood dust the next day, but with the daily cleaning and wiping, this dust is getting smaller and smaller, until today, when she enters the house, she can hardly see the fine dust. It must be the discharge. Nevertheless, all the furniture was wiped again with barrels and cloth towels, and the slabs were finally swept to the ground. Finally, we can rest.

“Yao, take a break.” Su Shuihui washed his hands, wiped his face, punched a basin of fresh water, hung a wet face towel and handed it to Shizhou Lin, who was laying a blue brick trail leading to River Wharf in the backyard.

Lin Shiyao stopped the work in his hand, got up, his face did have some sweat. He took the wet wipes handed over by Su Shuiqiao and wiped his face. Then he pulled Su Shuiqiao's hand and stared at him.

“Yao?” Su Shuiju was confused. You don't seem to have anything on your hands, do you? Just wipe the furniture and sweep the floor without any wounds. Except a little rough.

Yes, Lin Shiyao saw her original fine white hands, but now she feels a little rough hands and frowns unhappily.

“Nothing. Haven't you seen Aunt Lau? They've got cocoons in their hands!” Su Shuiqiao was embarrassed by his eyes. He wanted to retract his hands, but was not expected to be held tighter by Lin Shiyao.

“You're different.” Lin Shiyao whispered. Unlike her, she should have been cared for and added, not so hard today.

“Doesn't make a difference, Yaw. And I love life right now.” Su Shuiju seemed to blame himself. Instead, he pulled his big hand, his hand, hasn't it been much rougher these days?

“Really... like it?” Lin Shiyao looked over and over at her hands and asked herself.

Su Shui nodded and faint red spots appeared around his neck.

Lin Siyao sighed at her, “You, it should be better than...”

“I like it now. Yao, before... although life is excellent, it's better to be happy now.” Su Shuiju buried himself in his chest, muffled by his voice. Previously, Su Shuiju, ten fingers did not get sun and spring water, clothing and living, how not exquisite. But now that I want to come, I never felt happiness as simple and fulfilling as it is today. Is it because of the man in front of you? He gives peace and tranquillity that no one else can.

Sunset, by the riverbank. Splendid grass.

Two people, for a long time, didn't say another word. But inside, the other person's heart is clear.

Hand of the stallion, old with the son. Sometimes it's simple. Sometimes, even if it takes a lifetime, it doesn't make sense.

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“Aunt Lau, thank you so much.” Su Shuihui thanked Aunt Lao for a pair of candlesticks and congratulated them on moving into their new home in two days.

There is an unwritten rule in this flowering town that any new house that is built should be sent to a pair of candlesticks by neighbors in the same village and used to light a sacrifice.

“Where's the word. A pair of candlesticks is nothing, my eldest son can't do anything else, this iron thing can still hold hands.” Aunt Lao smiled and amused her eldest son. She couldn't help but admire Su Shuiju's new home setup.

“Aunt Lau, we're moving in three days. Do you think that's a good day?” Su Shuijuan poured Aunt Lao a glass of water.

“Three days from now? At the beginning of August? Good day. Wow!” Aunt Lau slaps her thighs, early August 8 is a good day. Marriage, suitable for relocation.

“Well... my daughter, I don't blame Aunt Lau for saying so much. When are you and Mr. Lin going to get married?” Aunt Lau swept her eyes to the only queen bed in the room, asking low.

Su Shuijuan was reminded of this. These days are either busy tidying up the mansion or going to the factory to buy soft family things, forget about it at all. However, Su Shuiju left his mouth open, and Lin Shiyao didn't even mention it.

“If you want to get married, why don't you do it together! After we move in, we'll choose a date to get married, you... what, how can a bed sleep? It wouldn't be nice to hear it from someone with a heart.” Aunt Lao looked at her face and said her thoughts from the bottom of her heart.

She also did regard Su Shuiju as her daughter. Though more involved, it began with Su Shuijuan giving her four cotton cloths to wipe her face towel. At that time, Su Shuijuan, who had already been destroyed by the flowers family, persisted in giving the prepared gift to Aunt Lao. Who doesn't like such a generous girl? Since then, Aunt Lao and Su Shuijuan have come a long way.

“Well, I'll talk to Yao later. I was afraid... in time, might it be too urgent?” Su Shuijuan nodded and expressed his willingness to accept Aunt Lao's offer. However, since the time of the move had long been agreed upon, everything was basically complete. If it was done together with the marital affairs, would it not be enough to prepare?

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“You want to talk to me?” Lin Shiyao put the dry wood firewood under the kitchen stove, washed his hands out, and saw Su Shuiju looking at himself. Sitting beside her, she grabbed her hand and kneaded several holes in her bloody menstruation, asking her softly.

“Yao...” Su Shuihui drummed and lowered his head: “We... we...”

“Our marriage?” Lin Shiyao saw her blushing her cheeks and asked speculatively.

“How do you know? Did you hear what Aunt Lau said?” Su Shuiju raised his head in surprise.

Lin Shiyao shook her head and laughingly helped her drape it to the ear, hooking it behind her ear.

“You, how did you plan to do that?” Su Shuiju lowered his shoulders.

“Married on the day of the move.” Lin Shiyao continued to keep his head down to help her pinch the point.

“How did you...” I didn't even mention it. Su Shuiqiao swallowed the last half of the sentence because Lin Shiyao raised his head and looked at her with a burning eye.

“Watermelon...” He sighed sighingly, calling her by her name. “The two of us… I am an orphan, and you… I am afraid of your future…"

“Yao.” Su Shuiju hastily refuted his guess: “Are you… have I not made myself clear enough?” She barked almost impatiently. ”Or do you think I'm going to be a burden to you, then I... whoo..."

Lin Shiyao leaned down and held his lips against Su Shuiqiao's few attempts to exit wounded himself. This silly woman always misunderstands what she means. Is it not clear enough that his actions of plain vegetation are expressed?

Lin Shiyao gently pecked Su Shuiyu's lips, while she was not ready, instinctively put the tip of her tongue into her mouth and intertwined with it. Until she could not resist her breath, she withdrew from her mouth and refused to leave even on her delicate lips.

“You're mine, Watermelon.” Lin Shiyao whispered gently in her ear as she gently sighed.

Su Shuihui blushed and gasped against his chest. He, he actually kissed himself so. Shouldn't this be something private between a couple?

“Three days later, we became married. Any more questions?” Lin Shiyao stroked her tender cheek and again confirmed with a smile.