Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 438

But she didn't call her "stone" or "daughter-in-law", carefully guarding that the wall has ears.

"Brother, let me help you squeeze your shoulders, are you still tired?" Ding Shitou ignored Zhao Jian's invitation and said in a friendly tone.

Zhao Jian let out a muffled "Hmm" before stepping into the hot water.

The water was very warm, and his physical condition didn't need it to be so warm, but his current status was that of a person who had contracted a cold and needed to sweat.

"Brother, it's okay to wash your face." Zhao Jian washed his face with water, and suddenly turned his head, suddenly realizing that it is quite interesting to call his wife a younger brother.

No, it was fun to play a certain identity with her.

"Okay." Although Ding Shitou washed his face with well water when he went to the backyard to fight the fire last night, Zhao Jian didn't have it, so he didn't want to say more, lest he be depressed.

I left early in the morning, and decided to leave the Ding house empty without finding the owner, so I didn't dare to use it too much, lest people find traces of someone using the house.

Fortunately, after passing through the tunnel last night, only Zhao Jian, who was invisible, had a lot of dust on his body. They just got some dust on their palms, and Han Yiqing washed them with water last night.

The burden thrown on the ground can be carried in reverse.

Everything is very guarded, even if this face is not washed, it is quite embarrassing, especially Zhao Jian is very serious about taking a bath.

Thinking of this, Ding Shitou wanted to laugh.

"Rub your back again." Zhao Jian felt the emotion behind him, couldn't help curling his lips, and began to ask.

"Oh." Ding Shitou was afraid that he would not be able to continue acting in a hurry, so he had to agree to his request.

After waiting for Zhao Jian to take a hot bath and change into clean clothes, he was asked to sleep on the bed, called sweating.

Only then did Ding Shitou open the window of the bedroom and look out, condescending, with a wide view, but only saw the nearby street scene and the backyard of the shop when he looked out.

The Zhao Mansion cannot be seen here.

Although a little regretful, I am very glad.If you can see the Zhao Mansion, can you also see the Ding House?
If she could see Ding's house, would the figure of her digging the tunnel be exposed to the eyes of those who looked from a high place?
Looking at the height again, I calculated it in my heart, and then I understood a little bit.

The height of the three-story building is still limited. Zhao's Mansion and Ding's Mansion are still a little far away, and they may just happen to be out of the dispatch's field of vision.

She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and then lowered her eyes, and found that there was a yard underneath. If she hadn't known that Zhao Jian had men in this inn, she would have been nervous.

Whether it's someone who can see the situation elsewhere from the height she is at, or someone who can see her height from other places.

It is not a good thing for those who want to hide it.

Ding Shitou closed the window, immediately lay down next to Zhao Jian, and whispered in his ear what he saw and thought just now.

"The purpose of living so high is to prevent others from intruding, and to facilitate our own retreat." Zhao Jian also turned his face to Ding Shitou's ears.

After listening to his explanation, Ding Shitou realized that the window at the height just now was not that high for his subordinates.

But if the people from the government wanted to go up, they had to climb to the third floor. In the process of climbing the stairs, his hands had enough time to lead them to jump from the window to the backyard and then leave the inn directly.

They all believed that there should be no dead men like last night, and they were all killed. It would take a long time and enough energy and resources for one person to raise so many dead men.

Sending out so many at one time was not because of the big hand of the people behind the scenes, but because of the determination to kill with one blow.

(End of this chapter)