Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Hei Xiazi, who didn't want to get up, slept on a cotton quilt that smelled of the sun.

Yes, that's the taste.

Blind people like it.

He moved around in the quilt. The quilt was so big that it could fit a blind man who was only 1.9 meters tall.

At this time, Zhang Jingzhi could proudly hold up his chest, because these were all custom-made by him. He and the clan leader were both 1 meters tall, so how could a small bed fit them? The quilt and bed were both 8 or 2 meters tall.

How could it not fit?

Normal quilts and beds were too small for them.

Except for winter clothes, Jingjing customizes pure cotton suits at other times in black, white, gray, light yellow, light pink, light blue, light green, and light purple. When going to the fields, Jingjing makes the patriarch wear combat uniforms, which look very nice.

Anyway, I love the scenery.

The blind man has a large frame, so his clothes need to be one size larger and longer.

Auntie has delivered it today.

They started making it yesterday. It's because all of Jingjing's clothes are made by an aunt here. The aunt has good skills and Jingjing is generous with her money, so both parties are very satisfied.

In the 80s, when people were paid daily wages, aunties could cut these pure cotton clothes with their eyes closed, especially for men, as it was even easier.

Auntie quickly made 6 sets.

Auntie said that if Jingzhi needed her, she could be called at any time.

He took the 200 yuan and left happily.

All in all, this month, auntie has earned nearly 1000 yuan here at Jingjing. It would be strange if she is not happy.

My back is always stiff at home.

His husband's family made the furniture, beds, cabinets, and everything in the view room.

This is original and looks really good.

In the end, this skill is really valuable.

When the blind man got up, he saw the mute coming back from the back mountain with wild vegetables in his backpack and the unconscious Yangmeimei in his hands.

The blind man's eyes suddenly brightened.

"Dumb, are you eating lamb today?"

Zhang Qilin nodded, threw the fainted sheep on the ground, and went to take a shower.

Passing by the living room, I saw the pile of clothes.

"Blind man, wash your clothes yourself."

Although it is clean, it is new clothes and needs to be washed and dried before wearing.

The scenery said.

Hei Xia Zi shrugged, took the clothes, felt the comfortable touch, and went to the washing tub to wash them. He rubbed them twice, rinsed them with water, and then hung them on the bamboo pole.

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

Forget it, these are all worn by the blind man himself.

After he finished doing all this, the blind man suddenly ran over and killed the sheep with great energy. With such skillful techniques, how many sheep had the blind man killed?

Turning around, Zhang Qilin decided to take a bath today since the newly arrived little yellow duck had not taken a bath with him yet.

The older children were having a blast in the tub, holding the duck down, floating it up, and even turning it over on its own.

Press it again, and then lift it up again, it will spit out water.

Press it again and it will make a cackle.

Hei Xia Zi had very good hearing. When he heard the ducks quacking in the mute's room, he was still laughing. The mute was actually secretly raising ducks in his room. Didn't he love chickens the most?

Tsk tsk, the chick has fallen out of favor.

But it's even funnier when you think about the fact that the mute raises chickens just for food.

At first, this guy felt that foreign food was not tasty, so he raised wild chickens into domestic chickens in the hills behind the school. He secretly ate roasted chicken, but when he got tired of it, he asked the blind man to teach him other ways to eat chicken.

In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and the dumb has become more childish, going backwards.

It's like rejuvenation.

While thinking about it, Hei Xiazi quickly boiled water to remove its hair and dig out its heart.

The view, soaking up the sunlight right on the roof.

Looking at the blind man killing sheep and the patriarch playing with ducks, he thought, well, he is complete. He has a eldest son and a youngest son, and they are a happy family.

It seems that he doesn't need to cook lunch. Judging from the blind man's excited look, he must be an expert at eating lamb.

If the Mongolians and the Eight Banners descendants don’t know how to roast lamb, they will be laughed at.

This is all the body's instinct.

One is a sheep killer, the other is a chicken killer, so what about yourself?

Zhang Jingjing thought, why not he become the killer of the goose stewed in an iron pot, because this goose has a lot of meat and tastes good.

Otherwise, how unsociable you would be.

After Hei Xia Zi had tidied up the sheep, he looked up and saw Jing Jing sitting cross-legged on the roof with his eyes closed, as if he was about to become an immortal. Then he felt a toothache.

These two idiots are living a pretty good life.

Why are blind people so miserable? The harder they work, the worse their lives become. It makes me angry.

He won't work anymore in the future. He wants to just sit there and eat and drink every day.

He just didn't believe it. He couldn't compare to the mute and the scenery.

It’s impossible that the mute’s good life would be ruined by him.

Hei Xia Zi washed his hands, which were very good, with a nice smell. He went to the kitchen, looked at the breakfast being heated in the pot, and decided to eat it first.

Roasted lamb needs to be turned over frequently, otherwise it will not taste good.

I looked at the complete set of seasonings in the kitchen, poured them all into a stainless steel basin, stirred them evenly and applied them on the lamb to marinate for a while.

Use two iron racks to clamp the sheep and secure them.

Take out all the firewood and put it aside.

The blind man went to wash his hands, using soap, scented soap, shower gel, soapnuts, and floral water one after another. Half an hour later, his hands finally smelled fragrant.

The blind man smelled it and was very satisfied.

Only then did he slowly walk over and light a fire with firewood.

He also dragged a recliner over and tied a rope to the iron frame of the sheep. He pulled it from time to time and the sheep would turn over by itself. When the firewood was not enough, he kicked it and the firewood began to burn again.

The scene after seeing all this operation opened my eyes. It turned out that this was the legendary way of getting things done while lying down.

The blind man has some skills.

When the fragrance filled the air, Jingjing felt that the chef could be replaced by someone else, at least the blind sheep cooked better than him.

Sure enough, the blind man’s innate skill is roasting lamb.

The patriarch is roast chicken.

Zhang Qilin was still playing with ducks. The bathtub was full of little yellow ducks and he couldn't dote on them all.

When he smelled the scent, he decided to continue playing and go out again when he was almost done.

The sound of splashing water was heard, and this time, a large group of ducks were knocked down.

Watching them float up one by one, his big hand went down again.

The little yellow chicken on the shelf just watched quietly. Damn, they have fallen out of favor.

The owner was playing with the group of little yellow ducks and ignored them.

This is Xiao Tiantian turning into Mrs. Niu. The world is really going downhill, men, haha.

The master is also a fickle person.

Zhang Qilin didn’t know that if the toy could speak, it would definitely not be good words, because good words are not cheap.

The scenery was very comfortable under the sun, so I went downstairs to cook. Yes, I cooked, a firewood-fired meal.

After having mutton, you still need to eat it. Smashed cucumber, cold tofu, and cold pig ears are all side dishes to relieve the greasiness.

There is also osmanthus wine.

This was brewed by the clan leader himself. Ten jars went bad and only this one was successful. It wasn't easy.