Chapter 1024 Daily Life with the Rough Man
Ye Xiaoman felt extremely comfortable when she heard the word "wife", and she responded with a high voice.
She stood up, hugged Zhu Chuideng's neck, stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin, "Why did you suddenly call me like that?"
"I've wanted to shout that for a long time."
"Tsk tsk tsk." Ye Xiaoman touched the tip of Zhu Chuideng's straight nose. The old man also grew up rapidly in a highly inward-looking environment.
They kissed in the mottled light and shadow, with halos dancing around each other.
Afterwards they sat together and discussed how to decorate the house.
The house had not been maintained for many years, and the furniture was rotten and needed to be replaced from top to bottom, and some of the broken buildings needed repairs.
"Building the lantern" meant hiring a mason to renovate the house. He wanted to make all the furniture himself, except for some urgently needed items. He could customize the styles freely. He was good at sculpture and painting.
Zhu Chuideng pointed to the yard and said that he would first clean up a workshop for Ye Xiaoman to repair the spiritual herbs, and then build a swing for her.
Ye Xiaoman's eyes widened when she heard this. Zhu Chuideng is really a man who is suitable for living with.
"Can you make everything?" She immediately raised her hand and placed an order with Zhuchuideng. "I want to make that rocking horse, with a semicircular frame underneath. It rocks when you sit on it."
She gestured, "And, and, let's make another slide, like a roller coaster, with a big swimming pool underneath. You can slide down into the water..."
Zhu Chuideng listened carefully, wrote down the style she mentioned, and unconditionally agreed to build her an adult version of the children's playground. He went to order the materials in the afternoon and started construction today.
Ye Xiaoman was deeply pleased, and with a smile on her face, she went to the back of the house with Zhu Chuideng.
Hundreds of acres of fertile farmland stretched out into a vast expanse, now barren and overgrown with weeds. They needed to be weeded and fertilized again. A sparkling river surrounded the outer edge, making it very convenient to draw water for irrigation.
There are several properties and supporting land scattered nearby, all of which are abandoned due to previous incidents.
Zhu Chuideng lifted his robe and squatted down, digging his bony fingers into the dark soil and filling his palms. He didn't mind the stains on his fingers, but instead rubbed the soil methodically, feeling the subtle changes in the soil between his fingers.
"Excellent land." He nodded, letting the fertile black soil drip through his fingers, his lips curled up in an almost gentle arc, "This time next year will definitely bring a good harvest."
The sun was a little bright, and Ye Xiaoman's interest in looking at houses faded quickly. She walked in the fields with Zhu Chuideng for a while and immediately became impatient. There were ugly weeds everywhere, and the mud had soiled her shoes. It was not fun at all, and she didn't want to be there.
She groaned and lay on Zhuchuideng's back as he bent over to check the soil, nudging him like a boneless worm.
"Zhu Chuideng, are you okay?"
"Hurry up, hurry up, go back and make me a swing and a rocking horse."
Zhu Chuideng felt Ye Xiaoman's furry head pressing against his neck, which brought him a pleasant itchy sensation, and her breath was warm.
Zhu Chuideng was so indulgent and loving to Ye Xiaoman that he would obey her as soon as she made a fuss.
He used magic to clean the dirt from his palms, and at her urging, he immediately stood up and carried her on his back. He also fed her a sweet and juicy wild cherry tomato he had picked in the fields.
Ye Xiaoman gnawed the fruit with her little fangs bared like a little rabbit, and she would be quiet once she had eaten some.
Zhuchuideng's back was broad, as vast as the ocean. Ye Xiaoman was carried on his back as they walked. Occasionally, he would shake her regularly and rub her head soothingly. He was very skilled in coaxing a child, and he made Ye Xiaoman hum with satisfaction.
They walked around the ridge of the field and returned to their original home.
Ye Xiaoman asked Zhu Chuideng to look at her shoes and complained, "The soles are covered in thick mud."
Zhu Chuideng carried Ye Xiaoman on his back, and took a look at her calf with his big hand. "It's okay, just scrape the shoe clean."
There was a small wooden pavilion at the edge of the field. It was originally used for rest at night when watching over the fields. Zhu Chuideng carried Ye Xiaoman in and let her sit on the flying chair.
He broke off a branch as thick as a finger outside, half-knelt in front of Ye Xiaoman, and took off her shoes.
After taking off her shoes, her feet were wearing pure white silk socks, and he let her put them on his knees to prevent them from getting dirty.
Then he used a branch to remove the thick mud on Ye Xiaoman's soles, and finally used magic to clean the shoes. After Ye Xiaoman's shoes were clean, he carefully put them on her.
When Zhu Chuideng was diligently serving Ye Xiaoman, suddenly a passionate voice came from behind.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, and Fellow Daoist Ye's husband, what a coincidence to meet you again."
Ye Xiaoman saw Fang Yazi, who had just parted ways with them, bringing people to look at houses again. It seemed that as soon as the Hanged Ghost left, she immediately started busying herself with business, trying to sell all the houses in the area that were unsold due to the Hanged Ghost.
Fang Yazi led a group of people into the pavilion.
"This is the expert at exorcising ghosts I told you about, Fairy Ye."
When Ye Xiaoman saw Fang Yazi’s bright smile, she knew that she had performed very well today.
The monks who came to see the house had already heard about the great achievements of Ye Xiaoman and Zhu Chuideng from Fang Yazi, and wanted to make friends with them, so they all saluted them.
"Hello, two seniors."
Zhu Chuideng finally cleaned Ye Xiaoman's shoes and stood up from the ground after hearing the words.
This group of cultivators were all alchemy cultivators. Compared with sword cultivators, physical cultivators and other types who were proficient in combat, they all seemed to be well-mannered. They suddenly saw a very tall and strong man standing in front of them, looking down at them condescendingly.
Squatting already feels very imposing, and standing up straight is even more oppressive.
What a handsome face, such impressive muscles, it makes people want to stand at attention and shout "Big Brother" like a street thug.
It was this rough guy who had a wreath of wild flowers woven by Ye Xiaoman on his head. This was an extremely incongruous scene, and anyone who was acquaintance of Zhu Chuideng would faint when seeing it - to borrow Jing Zhui's classic bad reviews, "extremely disgusting" and "makes it nauseous". Fortunately, there was no one acquaintance of Zhu Chuideng here.
The alchemists just glanced at the grass earrings hanging on Zhu Chuideng's ears. Covered by Zhu Chuideng's figure, they looked like a row of little quails, greeting each other obediently.
"Tsukuro is indeed worthy of his reputation."
Fang Yazi had already spread the word privately that Zhu Chuideng was Ye Xiaoman's hired servant and was very capable. If a servant was so powerful, the strength of the young lady behind him was even more awe-inspiring.
Ye Xiaoman was approachable and asked with a smile, "Are you planning to rent a house here too?"
Fang Yazi speaks quickly.
"Thanks to you, all the houses around here have been rented out. They're all your neighbors. It'll be more lively with more people around. You and Tsukuro won't be bored anymore."
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