Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 51
Fu Yunhe put his hands in his pockets, and tightly held his trousers with his fingers in his trouser pockets.

He held his head high with a guilty conscience, and was about to leave when he stopped again.

He seemed to feel that there was no 300 taels of silver here, so he sorted out his state again, and then walked towards the cabin after it was no different from usual.

"Xiaohe!"

Fu Yunhe's heart trembled with fright at the word Xiaohe, which was even more frightening than fighting the Zerg.

"What?"

"Washing the dishes." Nian Shutong leaned on the window, leaned out, looked up and down at Fu Yunhe, the corners of his lips were raised, and his gaze should not be too obvious.

Fu Yunhe had the feeling of being stripped naked for an instant, he smiled shyly and said, "I'll go. Go."

"Go!"

Nian Shutong raised his eyebrows and smiled, closing the window.

"Hey..." Fu Yunhe simply took out his hand, carrying his trousers upright, what else is he pretending to be!
Fortunately, Nian Shutong didn't make it clear, so he preserved the last trace of his dignity.

Too bad he missed the rubble.

"Xiaohe, the buttons on your trousers were blown away, and the rubble was recovered for you."

"Our mechanical race is just willing to help others."

Fu Yunhe stared at the rubble with dark eyes, took the button in his hand, and heheed twice.

Rubble chased after him disapprovingly, "Xiaohe, you haven't thanked Rushi yet."

Fu Yunhe stopped, gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you to your whole family."

"You are so kind, Rubble thank you on behalf of the whole family."

"hahahahahahahahaha!"

Ruoli's serious answer and Nian Shutong's sudden laughter made Fu Yunhe unable to listen anymore.

Go back to the house and change your pants.

This time he's wearing a belt!Belt!
After changing his trousers, Fu Yunhe sadly went to wash the dishes. After finishing his work, he went back to the cabin and continued to make money on Xingwang and learn how to live broadcast.

He perfectly cooperated with Nian Shutong's arrangement.

One night passed, another day.

Nian Shutong got up very early, or she didn't need to sleep at all, and every night was a substitute for cultivation.

It was indeed as Fu Yunhe thought, Nian Shutong knew that he had some schemes, but her strong strength was her confidence.

As for intrigue and trickery, Nian Shutong is not very good at it either, so it's better to use poison in fights, which is more enjoyable.

And now she is quite interested in opening up wasteland.

This sense of gain from scratch made her feel very happy.

Early in the morning, Nian Shutong had already tied up the outer fence, and took out the three stones in the kitchen, emptying the middle, and took out the pots and pans, and put them in first.

Nian Shutong looked at the full kitchen utensils. Later, she was repairing a door and getting a cover for the kitchen. It was almost done.

Just as she came back carrying a few thick logs, Fu Yunhe also walked out of the cabin.

The morning light spilled into the yard through the fence, and sprinkled the six well-organized fields in a dappled manner.

In the forest and mountains, the morning light is faint, the time is wandering, and the years are quiet.

For some reason, he felt a sense of stability in his heart.

In his previous life, Fu Yunhe was an orphan on the garbage planet. After he walked out of the garbage planet, he has been fighting on the battlefield, fighting and practicing every day, without any other life.

At this moment, he kind of likes the tranquility in front of him.

"Xiaohe, morning!"

Fu Yunhe looked at the source of the voice. Nian Shutong carried a thick log on each of his shoulders.

"Morning." Fu Yunhe took a few steps forward and asked, "What is this for?"

Nian Shutong walked to the kitchen with the wood on his shoulders, and said without raising his head, "Support it and build a roof."

She took her own knife and chopped melons and vegetables, and several logs were sawed into the same length.

He picked up one more easily, pointed at the gap left between the two stones, and thrust it down forcefully.

The wood went in more than half a meter deep, and all machinery was saved.

Fu Yunhe sighed, this strength is really an unsolved mystery.

If she slapped herself, she would probably be turned into flesh.

"Xiaohe, the potatoes are here, you make breakfast." Nian Shutong put the potatoes on a polished stone, which can be used as a cutting board.

"Is there a problem?"

Fu Yunhe immediately shook his head and replied, "No problem."

His head is not as hard as a boiled potato!How dare there be a problem.

(End of this chapter)