Chapter 435: Digging a pit and burying the idiot
Worried that he had read it wrong, Lu Qiyun clicked on the reply and took a look.
My brother did say buried, I was not mistaken.
He put away his phone and fixed his eyes precisely on the butler who was holding a coffee tray and preparing to push it open silently.
"Uncle Chen."
The housekeeper immediately stopped and turned to Lu Qiyun respectfully: "Fourth Young Master, please give your orders."
Lu Qiyun glanced at the group of people in the living room who were still pushing and shoving each other and cursing.
He turned back to look at the housekeeper: "Arrange for people to dig six pits in the backyard, each pit is two meters deep."
The housekeeper was stunned and looked at Lu Qiyun in confusion: "Six...six pits? What are they used for?" There is no need for such deep pits for planting trees and flowers.
Lu Qijun had a blank expression on his face: "Bury the idiot."
He emphasized: "Six."
housekeeper:"......"
Even someone as experienced as Butler Chen had a huge look of question marks and shock on his face at this moment.
He opened his mouth, but in the end no words came out.
Lu Qiyun saw the butler standing there in a daze.
He began to think, how could he let someone else do such a big thing that his elder brother had entrusted to him?
If we let others dig, will the location layout meet his and his elder brother's psychological expectations?
This task is so arduous.
After thinking about it, I came to the conclusion that this task cannot be handed over to others.
He paused the butler's hand as he was about to call for help, and said, "Forget it, Uncle Chen. There's no need to arrange for help."
The housekeeper was even more confused. He was just calculating which gardeners to mobilize.
"Get a shovel, something strong and durable, and send it to the backyard."
After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand again: "Don't bother you, I can do it myself."
The butler was completely confused and couldn't keep up with the fourth young master's jumping thoughts.
Lu Qiyun turned and walked towards the corridor leading to the tool room, his figure straight.
A moment later, Lu Qiyun came out of the tool shed with a shovel in his hand that looked extremely strong and heavy.
He walked steadily through the back door of the living room and headed towards the spacious, open lawn area in the backyard.
When the door opened, a gust of wind blew in. Lu Shiman shuddered and looked towards the back door, but saw nothing.
The setting sun dyed the sky golden red.
Lu Qiyun stood in the middle of the lawn.
He did not start digging immediately, but stood in the middle of the grass like a rigorous engineer, looking back and forth, thinking about the formation.
Lu Qiyun took off his expensive coat, folded it carefully and placed it on the stone bench next to him.
He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt above his elbows, revealing his well-proportioned arms.
He took a deep breath, gripped the shovel handle with both hands, and dug in a standard yet slightly unfamiliar posture.
The shovel head is inserted precisely under the turf, one foot is placed on the shoulder of the shovel, and force is applied.
Grunt.
There was a dull thud as the soil was stirred up.
Lu Qiyun's efficiency was amazing, and he quickly dug out a shallow rectangular outline.
He stopped, adjusted his breathing, observed the verticality of the pit wall, seemed dissatisfied, and swung the shovel again.
Dust flew up with his movements, clearly visible in the beams of the setting sun.
Lu Qiyun was completely immersed in the project of 'digging holes and burying idiots', and he didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
He had only one thought in his mind: this is really fun.
The shovel was inserted again and Lu Qiyun stopped moving.
He thought of Ji Linshen's experience of being buried alive.
If buried again, it might trigger some psychological trauma.
His eyes swept across the backyard and locked onto an old oak tree not far from the pit.
The bark is rough and the branches and leaves are lush.
Got it.
The gravity suspension, air circulation and wide view should not cause any psychological trauma.
He was very satisfied with the plan and called the housekeeper.
"Uncle Chen, please prepare a strong hemp rope for me."
The butler pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, Fourth Young Master."
In the backyard, Lu Qiyun was completely absorbed in the big project of "building a home for the idiots".
Inside the villa, the chaotic team fight finally came to an end because everyone was exhausted.
The battlefield was in a mess.
Lu Shiman drank half a glass of cold water, and his burning throat felt a little better. He casually glanced at the golden backyard outside the floor-to-ceiling window painted by the setting sun.
His eyes suddenly stopped.
"Second brother." Her voice rose in pitch, her words as fast as a machine gun, and she impatiently called out to Lu Chixu, who had just sat on the sofa and rubbed his waist: "Second brother, second brother, second brother, look quickly."
Lu Chixu's head ached from the barrage of shouting.
He tutted in annoyance and glared at her impatiently: "Stop making so much noise, calling out to the soul, Lu Shiman, if you have to fart, do it now."
While cursing, he lazily followed the direction of Lu Shiman's finger and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window with annoyance at being disturbed.
"Second brother, has the time capsule that fourth brother buried when he was a child expired?" Lu Shiman asked.
Lu Chixu locked his gaze on Lu Qiyun, who was digging in the backyard, and frowned slightly: "He's burying a time capsule? He's almost burying dog shit."
Qin Jiaojiao became interested when she heard about burying dog poop. She walked over to Lu Shiman and looked at her fourth brother who was digging the hole. "The dog poop has been buried for so many years, it must have become a fossil, right?"
"Is he crazy?" Lu Jianheng also stood up and walked to the French window: "In broad daylight, instead of going to his crappy lab, he's here digging in the dirt like crazy?"
"Let me take a look?" Xie Yi also moved over after hearing that.
In a blink of an eye, six people lined up neatly behind the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, and six pairs of eyes were focused on the backs of the hard-working people.
Lu Shiman looked confused: "Is it Arbor Day?"
Qin Jiaojiao tilted her head and thought for a moment: "It hasn't arrived yet, has it? When is it?"
Xie Yi subconsciously interrupted, his tone still carrying a hint of the resentment of being tricked that year: "March 12th."
When Lu Jianheng heard the precise date, he couldn't help but chuckle and said jokingly, "Oh, Xie Yuhua still remembers it? Are you obsessed with it?"
"I'll remember this till I die!" Xie Yi's anger was ignited, and he pointed at Lu Jianheng and complained, "Eight years ago on Arbor Day, you wicked bastard gave me a potted plant."
Lu Shiman was curious: "Brother Yuya, do you love my third brother? I gave you a potted plant and you have remembered it for so many years?"
Xie Yi was so angry that his face turned green, and he roared: "Love bullshit, this grandson said that as long as I water it diligently and let it get some sun, when it blooms, all his New Year's money that year will be mine."
"I worked so hard for three years watering the plants, moving them out to sunbathe during the day and back in at night."
"Three whole years, and the result is a fucking plastic plant, plastic!"
The air froze for a few seconds.
"Pfft...Hahahahaha"
"Ha ha ha ha..."
"Geese, geese, geese, hahaha..."
Merciless laughter instantly filled the living room.
"Who told you to be so gullible~" Lu Jianheng laughed without any image, and did not forget to finish the job.
Outside, Lu Qiyun was concentrating on the task at hand.
He scooped up a full shovel of soil and prepared to turn around and pile it at the edge of the pit.
Suddenly, a strong sense of discomfort at being stared at by everyone crept up the back of his neck.
Almost out of some biological instinct, Lu Qiyun suddenly raised his head.
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