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Chapter 12 The sun hits the west

Cause you to oversleep?

If she doesn't say anything, why should she blame others for not telling her to get up?

Ever since she got married, she had never slept until midnight, and it was a miracle that she could have lunch like today.

It seems that today is another miracle day, the sun seems to be rising in the west.

At the dinner table, the two of them were unusually quiet. Yang Lina was holding the cake in both hands, thinking about how to talk to Li Jingming about repairing the pig pens and chicken pens.

What if he disagrees?

Li Jingming, on the other hand, looked at Yang Lina's unusual behavior of chewing slowly and squinting his eyes from time to time.

I'm really dumbfounded. I usually see people wolfing down food, but today I actually started chewing it carefully.

She was probably used to her usual rudeness, but now she felt uncomfortable.

"Um, I want to ask, can we use the piece of bamboo on the hill in our backyard?"

While cooking, Yang Lina made a rough plan about building a chicken coop. There was an empty corner of the backyard that could be used to build a pig pen and a chicken pen. After that, it would be nice to plant some vegetables in the yard. It would be nice to have such a big yard unused anyway.

idle.

"It can be used. Anyone in that bamboo forest village can use it."

The hill in my backyard is covered with bamboo. Bamboo is easy to grow. When the bamboo shoots appear in spring, a large area will grow. The villagers cut them down every year to build a bean rack.

"That's fine."

As long as it works, it's fine so you don't have to blame yourself later.

"By the way, do you have any wire at home?"

Li Jingming hummed, lowered his head and drank the sixth cake and the second bowl of soup.

I thought to myself, I didn’t expect her cooking to be quite delicious. It seemed that I had only eaten her food once in the past six months, and it seemed like it was still leftovers.

Li Jingming ate the seventh cake, and took a mouthful of cold vegetables and put it into his mouth. He thought that he had eaten seven cakes, and there were three more in the basin. She had a big belly, so I might as well leave it to her.

When he was done, he took his bowl and went to the well in the yard to wash it.

Yang Lina looked at someone's tall back and pouted. If it weren't for his inconvenient legs and feet, she would have had the illusion that the man in front of her, who was almost 190 in height, was a soldier who had just returned from the battlefield.

See what you can come up with?

Li Jingming took out a bundle of wire and a pair of pliers from the house on the west side where the sundries were kept, threw them on the kitchen stool, picked up the hoe and left.

"Where are you going this afternoon?"

Looking at the back of the man who was about to leave, I swallowed my words for help.

"Hoe the weeds."

The cold voice, the ruthless back, said that women are cruel, and it is only when men are cruel that they are praised.

Yang Lina stared angrily at the place where the figure disappeared, wishing she could take Li Jingming back to the future and blind his eyes with diamonds.

I'm so impatient for daring to lose face with this lady.

Returning to reality, Yang Lina sighed and couldn't help but think again: Original owner, original owner, do you know how much grievance this lady has to swallow in order to repay your kindness? You must never blame me for taking your body in your dreams again.

, I want to live, no.

After complaining for a long time, the tortillas in my hands were already cold, and I was in a bad mood. I was already hungry, but now I felt suffocated and suddenly lost my appetite.

That's all, don't be angry, just accept it as a favor to swallow your anger and borrow the original owner's body.

Besides, I have to live here until the end of the year. If I open my eyes every day and see the chickens and dogs jumping in the yard, and smell the stench of chicken and pig manure, a large number of brain cells will probably be smoked to death.

No matter what, you have to make your stay comfortable, not to mention that some things are urgent and cannot be rushed. It is better to move forward steadily step by step. What if another miracle happens?

Being able to travel from the future is already a miracle, and she doesn't mind if the miracle happens again.

I cleaned up the dishes, packed two tortillas, and headed straight for the backyard dumpling with a machete.


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