The Rough Hunter's Little Lucky Wife-Chapter 170 - 170 Surprise

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170 Surprise

Zhao Zhan immediately carried Yue Jiaojiao around the mess in the front yard and went to the main room in the backyard.

This was the first time Yue Jiaojiao had seen the house up close since it was built. ๐˜ง๐“‡๐’†๐—ฒ๐“Œ๐™š๐™—๐“ทo๐˜ท๐’†๐˜ญ.๐œ๐š˜๐’Ž

It was slightly different from the original design. The shadow wall and corridor separated the backyard and the front yard into a world of their own. On the West side of the courtyard wall was a viewing pavilion, and on the East side of the courtyard was a small kitchen specially prepared for Yue Jiaojiaoโ€™s late-night snacks. The large kitchen that was usually used for three meals a day was built in the front yard, and the area was so spacious that an oven was even set up inside.

There was a place with three bedrooms directly opposite them. The two on the left were as big as the one on the right.

Zhao Zhan carried her into the bedroom on the right. fre๐™š๐“Œ๐’†๐š‹noัตel.c๐š˜m

The floor was covered with warm wooden floors, and on the right was a study room. Two more steps in and they would reach a spacious bedroom.

The layout of the bedroom abandoned the cage-like bed and he made a large modern wooden bed. There was a wooden rocking chair in the room, which was carefully wrapped with a cotton cloth to ensure that one wouldnโ€™t be hurt when sitting on it.

Not far away was a room made of rows of wooden shelves, and behind the room was a separate bathroom.

He didnโ€™t know how Master Sun did it, but the bathroom was covered with bluestone from the wall to the ground. The most surprising thing was that the toilet was built in the style of a modern toilet.

What surprised Yue Jiaojiao wasnโ€™t this, but the fact that there was a bamboo pipe on the wall behind the toilet.

โ€œIs this what the bamboo was for?โ€

Yue Jiaojiao had a guess in her heart, but she didnโ€™t dare to believe it. Drawing the mountain spring from the back mountain to this place would require a huge amount of effort.

โ€œI heard you mention about the automatic flushing system, so I used the bamboo that was connected to the back of the mountain to lead the water here,โ€ Zhao Zhan said. He walked over and pulled out the bamboo plug, and water poured down.

Although it wasnโ€™t very powerful, it was enough.

โ€œThis way, you wonโ€™t have to come into contact with the dirty water.โ€

Yue Jiaojiao had seen the mountain spring before. Although the springโ€™s end could not be seen and the endpoint was unknown, Zhao Zhan had to first measure the route and make sure the slope was enough to lead the spring down the mountain. Then, he had to dig a hole and bury the bamboo pipe in the soil.

After that, in order to be able to guide the water down smoothly, one end of the long bamboo pipe had to be blocked and filled with water before spring water could enter. It was also necessary to ensure that there was no leak in any part of the bamboo pipe.

This rough man who didnโ€™t know anything about modern physics had brought out the tap water she had mentioned casually just because he didnโ€™t want her to dirty her hands.

Yue Jiaojiao didnโ€™t dare to imagine how many times he had failed.

Seeing that his lover was so quiet that there was no response, Zhao Zhan felt an unspeakable panic in his heart. โ€œIf you donโ€™t like it I can always-โ€

โ€œI like it.โ€

Yue Jiaojiao pounced into Zhao Zhanโ€™s arms, her tears wetting the clothes on his chest.

She had never been a crybaby, but she could not help but be touched by his clumsy yet meticulous thoughtfulness.

A person who was willing to do his best to satisfy her for a small matter could not be unmoved.

โ€œAs long as you like it.โ€ Zhao Zhan grinned foolishly. When he heard Jiaojiaoโ€™s sobbing tone, he could not help but feel nervous. โ€œDonโ€™t cry, donโ€™t cry. Jiaojiao, I just want to make you happy.โ€

Seeing that her eyes were red, Zhao Zhan hurriedly used his fingers to wipe her tears.

As soon as his rough fingers touched the little girlโ€™s soft cheeks, a red mark was left. Zhao Zhan retracted his fingers, thought for a moment, and clumsily rubbed them with his own cheeks. Then, he coaxed her in a low voice, โ€œDonโ€™t cryโ€ฆโ€