In his later years, Lin carried a hoe and cleared the grass in the front and back yards, where he found several black spicy strips with triangular heads.
But before Lin Wannian could make any move, the spicy strips twisted their thin bodies, slipped through the fence and ran away.
Lin was surprised when he saw this: "Da Huang, what's wrong with these spicy strips?"
He was worried that they would attack him in groups, so he could just lie down on the bed tonight and ask the people around him to come over for a feast tomorrow.
"Maybe there is some kind of power in you that scares them." 077 analyzed rationally.
"Oh." Lin Wannian understood that it was probably because Sang Linxuan was close to him in the previous plane and he was infected with his aura. He didn't expect that his current body would also be affected.
In his later years, Lin spent the whole morning hoeing the ground, making it straight and square, one piece at a time. His clothes were soaked, and sweat dripped down the corners of his clothes as he worked.
When he was almost done, he went back to the room to take a shower.
He put a flat mirror in front of the sink in the bathroom.
Every time he sweated, he washed his face with water mixed with salt, as salt water has an inhibitory and bactericidal effect.
A few handfuls of salt water hit my face.
Lin Wannian rubbed it left and right, and when he thought the time was about right, he washed it several times with clean water.
At noon, he lay on the sofa, enjoying the air conditioning and watching the rural romance drama on TV.
Glancing at the system sitting on Mao Liu, he said nonchalantly, "Da Huang, which city is your brother's host in now? Do you need my help?"
The system looked up from the phone: "He is from the same city as you, but he is in a state of poverty now. I haven't met my brother in person for a long time, so we really need to make an appointment to meet."
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