Assassin Farmer

After lunch from Tianjia, he quit. Lin Shiyao held a pot of sorghum wine in his hand and walked with Su Shuiqiao on the village road. He slowly sank the warm baking sun and wandered to his house, as if it was a food consumption walk.

The thin ice and crushed snow in the middle of the village has completely melted. Looking up, the field monopoly and the roofs and fences of each household are covered with thick white snow. In the warm sun, the bright light shines, and it is fascinating.

On such a quiet winter afternoon with little wind, it is a luxury to feel comfortable with a few desires.

“It's a happy day, isn't it?” Su Shuiju smiled softly for sure.

“Mmm." Lin Shiyao nodded with a smile as she stared at the more beautiful and charming look in the gorgeous snow scene.

Su Shuiju also has a smiling look back.

She suddenly wanted to thank Second Mistress and Shui Xiao and let herself come here. She met the seemingly icy cold and silent man in front of her. In fact, she was enthusiastic like fire and gentle and considerate. It will also ensure that the rest of my life will no longer be as peaceful and quiet as when I was in the Su family's house. My heart suppresses silence...

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In the thirtieth year of the year, the sound of firecrackers surrounding the sound of flowering towns finally arrived as promised.

Early in the morning, after two people had drunk the hot poppy congee, Su Shuiju was kicked out of the kitchen as usual, and had to go back to the bedroom to make the bed and tidy the clothes.

As soon as Lin Shiyao finished working on the kitchen plan, he hit the basin of fresh water, found a clean cotton cloth towel and left the kitchen.

First, all the windows were in the edge, then the doors of the two rooms, east and west, then the two doors north and south of the hall and kitchen, and finally the big double opening door. In short, Lin Shiyao thoroughly wiped all the doors and windows of the house again. Until there was no scraps of dust, he put all the doors and windows of Spring Union and Big ”Fu" written by Su Shuihui during the last afternoon.

Apart from the two doors of the courtyard door and the north and south of the hall house, each of which is a pair of beautiful words describing the meaning of spring and the old welcome, the other doors and windows are affixed with the big “bliss” written on genuine diamond-shaped red paper, and they are to be affixed upside down, meaning “bliss”.

Xiao Zheng circled around the busy Lin Shiyao, and finally waved back to his house with Xiaoxue with a big “Fu” word - the cabin door. He whimpered a few times at Xiaoxue, who was lying in front of the cabin with the sun squinting and taking a nap. He seemed to be saying: Let's play along with the fun things...

Of course, the response to it was a disgusting grunt with no interest.

Su Shuiju smiled and took the word "Fu” in the small pure mouth, smeared it with glutinous rice white paste and affixed it directly above the wooden door. He patted his little pure head. “How about that? It's like home, isn't it? ”

“Woo woo...” Xiao pure shook his head back to a wolf's words, then fell back to Xiaoxue's side with peace of mind, squinting his eyes into the warm and roasting sun.

I'm getting to know how to enjoy it! Su Shuiju couldn't help but bend Xiuqi's eyebrows. He praised his heart: Xiao Pure Snow is becoming more and more humane. She can even feel that they understand human language. Sometimes I just don't understand their Lycan language. Wolves are smarter than men.

Su Shuiju shook his head laughingly, adding a large bowl of fresh water to his little pure and snow enjoying the warm sun, and then walked into the hall.

At noon, the sun is about to rise to Jomtien. Su Shuijuan decided to take out the cushions and covers and turn them over in the sunny weather, not only to remove mold from the dust, but also to sleep dry and warm at night.

Lin Shiyao went into the kitchen after Chunlian and the word "Fu”, and began to prepare lunch.

Since we will begin to greet the stove god before the end of time, welcome the stove god, and sacrifice the ancestors, we can have New Year's Eve dinner in Jomoshen. Therefore, Lin Shiyao's lunch is still a little easier. Otherwise, evening meals that are already well prepared will be wasted.

“Watermelon, how about a noodle at noon?” Think about it, Lin Shiyao came to the small tanning area on the banks of the South Yard River and proposed to Su Shuiqiao, who was being dusted.

“Okay. I want a piece of Echikawa.” Su Shui asked with laughter. Lin Shiyao's craftsmanship of Kambisu's Grand Noodle Master. She never gets tired of eating it.

Lin Shiyao nodded in a funny way. It's just a noodle. You can't even taste the pearls. But her delightful expression made him wonder deeply about his level of making a film. Is there really a speedy surge?

He secretly learned this piece from the boss's mother while he was working at the teahouse. At first, the intention was simple: feed yourself. It's just that Shilling, the killer who was later admitted to the Old Palace and then sent up to the mountain to learn, return and gradually become the top of the Palace... sometimes even busy enough to squeeze out almost sleep time. As a result, I gradually lost the leisure time of cooking for myself.

Nowadays, he can rub the dough slowly, cut the finely delineated noodles, and then cut the washed winter pickles, cut the meat filament, cut the wild shoots, cut the carrots... Anything that can be used as an accessory, he used it to cut it into silk standby...

Thinking of him as a time priced killer, he is now willing to slice and wash in the kitchenette at such a leisurely and casual rate, just to cook a bowl for his beloved woman what she wants to eat.

If his former teammates knew about it, they might laugh off their teeth. But it is now his willingness and willingness.

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After lunch, he took a short break and drank a pot of bitter black buckwheat tea on the kang until late afternoon, when he got up to prepare for the New Year's Eve bath.

Lin Shiyao went to the kitchen to cook hot water and prepare grapefruit leaves. Su Shuiju came to the bedroom to prepare a full change of clothes for the two.

Nowadays, there is no warmest place in the house than the house because the kang is born all day long.

Therefore, Lin Shiyao closed the south gate of the hall to prevent the small, pure snow that sun under the south eaves of the hall from entering to destroy it in an untimely manner, so that Su Shuiqiao could safely bathe himself in the hall house.

He himself, on the other hand, guarded the north entrance of the house and listened to the noise inside to avoid any situation. He didn't clean the house until Su Shui was soaked. I am not afraid to soak myself in the kitchen in cold blood.

Two people showered in pairs and were refreshed to change into new clothes.

Su Shuiyi is a set of two piece bundled waist skirts embroidered with a cherry red base gold and silver twin silk thread with cold plums, perfectly aligned with that cherry red cotton robe.

Lin Shiyao, on the other hand, is a smoky green robe-style bundled belt with a wide belt embroidered with several silver silk lines of bamboo leaves, lined with green bamboo at the hem.

With his tall hair, his elegance and sophistication become more evident. And his brown cotton robe with pine embroidery on his back, I don't know if he can afford it or if he's really not afraid of the cold. Anyway, most of the time, he wouldn't wear it. It was the cold wind, the north wind snored, and had to go out in this situation, which put on this extremely warm, slim winter cotton robe under Su Shui's repeated clangs.

It wasn't until the two of them changed into new clothes that they started preparing sacrificial items.

First, welcome the god of the stove back to the world.

The sacrifice to greet the stove is actually very similar: still a pair of candles, three long incenses, a cup of tea, a glass of wine, a glass of sugar, a glass of water, two plates of fruit, four plates of snacks, six courses of vegetarian dishes, nine courses of vegetarian dishes, a large bowl of rice… In short, we want to serve the good things that we have at home on several occasions and present them to His Royal Highness.

In order to seal the mouth of the legendary and coveted God of the Stove with so many gourmet wines, he gave them to the god of the stove in his youth. The so-called cannibal mouth is soft. When King Hobble went to heaven to report on his work, he was able to say some good things to his family in front of the Jade Emperor. He dared not to think about the good words. At least don't say bad things. I hope that next year's wind and rain will be smooth and Wugu Fengdeng.

He is thankful or ashamed to receive just as many gourmet wines during the New Year's Eve. If he says good things, he deserves all the rewards and gratitude from home. If he doesn't say good things, it's shame on him so he won't do it again next year.

After welcoming the god of the stove, he is worshipping his ancestors.

Su Shuiyu and Lin Siyao respectfully knelt down to worship their ancestors' gifts. They thought, "My ancestors are on board, so that we can bless each other."

In fact, however, the two kneeling are ancestral lords who can't even feel their own heads. There must have been something so solemn about it.

Welcome the god of the stove, after the sacrifice of the ancestors, the remaining fifteen delicious dishes are the family's New Year's Eve dinner. Of course, it's cold back to the boiling heat and dry back to the moisturizing pot. Another pot of hot dumplings and soup circles was cooked, which was only served a few cases. The two of them sat on the hot kang, and the two wolves squatted under the hot kang, ”four members of the family”, ready to reunite for the new year.

The sound of firecrackers outside the house and the cold wind. In the house, cheerful laughter, warm as spring.

A reunion meal, from Shen Shi Ting to the end of the period, finally, Su Shuiju, who could not stand the strength of sorghum wine, couldn't wait to guard his age, blindfolded his eyes and fell asleep in the arms of Lin Shiyao.

Until the sudden increase in firecrackers caught her awake, it became apparent that she had napped until the beginning of the new year.

Lin Shiyao was laughing and admiring her disoriented eyes and rhythm when she woke up. “Wake up? It's been a while. Let's go back to bed.” His eyes flashed a familiar heat. Then he picked her up and kicked open the bedroom door.

“Yao, aren't you... still burning firecrackers?” Su Shui suddenly thought of this from the beginning.

“It's burned out.” Before she woke up, she lit a new firecracker of peace at her age. Why else would she wake up? He laughed down in her ear and put her on the queen bed, pressing on her boneless, delicate body...

Light the candle fire and shake it, making it seem hot and short on a long, cold night. At the beginning of the new year, it is already here... spring, will it be far? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)