Reborn in 1878: America's Number One Bandit

Chapter 22 Good Neighbors Are Important

Chapter 22 Good Neighbors Are Important
Coleman Parker's three thousand acres of fertile land thus quietly slipped into Lawson's pocket.

This land, along with the nearly 5,000 acres of wasteland previously claimed,

They are fundamentally different.

Wasteland is potential, it is the future.

It requires a significant investment of time and money to cultivate.

And Parker's three thousand acres,
It's a real cash cow.

Having been meticulously served by that fat bastard for many years,

It is planted with high-quality pasture and crops.

The stables were crammed with plump and strong livestock.

Profits can be generated on the same day the business is taken over.

Lawson's strength,
Like the wild grass that grows wildly in California,

It is expanding at an unbridled pace.

His personal quality of life improved.

It is also visible to the naked eye.

Just one week.

On the very site of Mrs. Marlene's dilapidated wooden house,
A brand new two-story building,

It rose up from the ground.

It exudes the fragrance of pine and the smell of paint.

It was like a miracle that appeared out of nowhere.

The reason for the speed

Lawson adopted the most inhumane management model used on construction sites in later generations.
— Two shifts.

The sixty suicide workers were divided into two groups.

Apart from meals and short rests,
Like a machine,
They work around the clock.

These guys are tireless.
Not knowing how to complain
Their execution ability is outrageously high.

Efficiency naturally skyrockets.

When the last glass window was carefully installed,

The workers spent another half day,

The inside and outside were cleaned spotless.

after that,

This construction team,
Just as they came,
It disappeared without a sound.

Lawson stood on the porch of his new home.

With hands behind his back,
He examined the masterpiece before him with satisfaction.

This is the kind of place where people should live.

Typical Victorian style,
It has beautiful lines and a sturdy structure.

The first floor features a spacious living room and dining room.
There is also a kitchen with a modern cast iron stove.

What pleased Lawson the most was

It is a separate washroom.

It contains a huge oak bathtub.
It is connected to a small water pump and boiler.

As long as the water is boiled in advance...
You can enjoy a comfortable hot bath anytime.

We're no longer making do with wooden buckets.

second floor,

There are three separate bedrooms.
And a small study.

Every window was large and bright.
The sunlight can stream in without any obstruction.

Mrs. Marlene stood beside Lawson.

In those beautiful blue eyes
Her eyes were already brimming with tears, glistening with light.

She couldn't believe her eyes.

That dilapidated little house that let in drafts in winter and leaked rain in summer...
And just like that, it became a beautiful house she never dared to dream of.

“Losen…”

She choked up slightly.

"This gift is too heavy."

"I don't know how to thank you."

She looked at Lawson and asked seriously:
"Don't you really need to pay your friends' wages?"

"How can this be."

Lawson looked at her tear-filled eyes.

I couldn't help but laugh.
I'm too lazy to cover up the lies I told before.

"Okay, I admit it, I lied to you."

"They are not the friends I just made."

"These are the workers I hired."

"The wages have been paid in full long ago, and they haven't been shortchanged a single penny."

Marlene was taken aback at first.
She then glared at him, both amused and annoyed.
She reached out and gently poked his firm chest with her finger.

"you liar!"

she scolded.

"You seemed so honest and kind the night you arrived,"

"I thought you were a good person who wouldn't lie."

"Now it seems you're quite cunning!"

"Let me make this clear first, I have no money to pay you, not a single penny!"

"Hey, I'm not expecting you to pay."

Lawson also cracked a joke.

He spread his hands, looking completely matter-of-fact.

"I paid for this house,"

"It's mainly for my own comfort."

"You landlady,"

"Just don't make excuses to get rid of me in the future."

"You built this house, what right do I have to kick you out?"

Marlene rolled her eyes at him, both amused and annoyed.
That alluring appearance,

Lawson's heart fluttered slightly at this. "Stay as long as you want, as long as you wish."

After she finished speaking, her cheeks flushed slightly.

He turned and went into the house.
They excitedly began tidying up their brand new home.

Lawson watched her plump and slender back.
Laugh without saying a word.

"I have my own room! I have my own room!"

Lucy was like a happy little bird.

Running around in the new house.
The silvery laughter carried far and wide.

Lawson would certainly not treat himself unfairly.

He had long ago reserved the second floor, which had the best natural light, for himself.

The largest master bedroom.

Standing by the window of the room,
You can even see the small river in the distance.

Next to the main building,

The assassins also built two small but sturdy wooden huts.

That was where Er Gou and San Gou lived.

It has the dual functions of both protector and servant.

When everything was almost settled,
Two fine horses arrived at the farm.

It's Jack and Isabel.

Isabel is now radiant.

It radiates the happiness of being nourished by love.

After she met Marlene

The first thing she did was to apologize deeply to Marlene on behalf of her deceased ex-husband.

Mrs. Marlene,

"Regarding Coleman's coveting and harassment of your land during his lifetime,"

"I feel extremely sorry and ashamed."

Her attitude was very sincere.

"I assure you, such a thing..."

"It will never happen again."

“Now, that farm belongs to my husband, Jack.”

Jack smiled and nodded at Marlene.
Then he took out a small, heavy bag of silver dollars from his pocket.

handed over.

“We’ll be neighbors from now on, Mrs. Marlene.”

He always exudes an irresistible charm.

"This is a small token of my congratulations on moving to your new home,"

Please accept this.

There were at least thirty silver dollars in the bag.

Marlene instinctively looked at Lawson, seeking his opinion.

Lawson smiled and nodded at her:

"Since it's a kind gesture from our neighbor, let's accept it."

Marlene then took it.

While Isabel, Marlene, and Lucy were chatting on the porch,
Lawson called Jack aside.

"Be careful of those guys in town."

Lawson whispered his instructions.

“Mayor, and a few councilors,”

"We've been investigating your background recently."

Jack replied, "Yes, boss."

“Parker’s death,”

"And you took over all his assets so quickly,"

"This aroused suspicion among the local residents of Strawberry Town."

A cold glint flashed in Lawson's eyes.

"They want to treat you like a con artist of dubious origin,"

"As long as they can find any flaw in your identity,"

"They'll pounce like wolves smelling blood,"

"Find a way to disinherit you and then divide up Parker's land."

Those few jumping around
The names of the councilors who called out the most enthusiastically,
It has already been quietly written down in Lawson's little notebook.

"clear."

Jack nodded.

"I'll take care of it."

Jack and Isabel didn't stay long.

He then took his leave.

After they left,

Marlene finally let go of her last worry.

Coleman Parker was a huge burden on her heart.

Now the stone has not only been moved, but
The new neighbors still seem so friendly and generous.

She no longer has to worry about anyone coming to take over her farm.

She walked over to Lawson, finally unable to resist her curiosity.
Asked softly:

"Lawson, you and Mr. Jack know each other?"