From interstellar refugee to marshal's wife

On the day of the move, Zhi Ma asked for leave. The mother and son took the space button they had rented for 18 star coins and went to the old patriarch to return the key. Zhizhi also presented a basket of corn grown by herself to thank the clan leader for his help over the years. The old patriarch happily collected the corn and signed for the key. They left the small home where Zhizhi had lived for years. Zhizhi took Zhima's hand and came to the familiar aircraft platform.

"Mom, we will get better and better, I will always be here." Looking at Zhima, who was thin and slender, she looked a little depressed. After all, the courtyard where I have lived for so many years still has feelings.

Zhima raised her head, facing Zhaoxia, and held Zhizhi's hand. "Well! We know that Zhizhi is always here, and we will get better and better." Thinking of Zhizhi, he is now a junior planter and has become a disciple of Master Lin. The future is an open road. The sadness of leaving home was diluted by pride, and a faint smile crept up the corner of his mouth.

"That's right, our new home is very close to Uncle Wang's house. I heard that there is only a wall between Uncle Wang Lin and Uncle Wang's house, so we can both take care of each other."

Following Zhinao's navigation, they arrived at the door of their new home. Wang Lin walked out of the courtyard diagonally across the street with a cat-eyed boy of the same age as Zhi Zhi.

"Zhizhi, you guys are here."

"Well, Uncle Lin, this is my mother."

Zhima took half a step forward to greet Wang Lin. "Good day, Master Wang. Just call me Xiaozhi."

Wang Lin is very easy-going, "Then I'm not polite, Xiaozhi. From now on, we will all be neighbors. If Zhizhi is not at home, you can go to my house or Damu's house to find someone for help."

Zhima hurriedly thanked her and used her brain to connect to obtain the ownership of her new home. After that, she immediately invited Wang Lin and the cat-eyed boy to enter the yard together.

Instead, Wang Lin waved his hand and took out the farm tools from his pocket. "Hi, you're welcome. This is my student Shirin, who used to be in the same district as you. Today we will help you clean up the yard."

Keeping a gardener's yard is a strenuous job. Although Zhizhi and Zhima's original yard was not large and they needed to be transplanted, the lawn in the new yard is quite large and it will take some effort to carve out new land.

Before Zhima could refuse, Wang Lin took Xilin and started removing the sod to open up new land as Zhi Zhi had planned in advance.

"Your name is Zhizhi, hello. I'm Shilin." Shilin blinked her big eyes and looked at Zhizhi innocently, who was reclaiming new land with him.

"Yeah." Zhizhi didn't stop what she was doing. Quickly clear out the rest of the land and transplant the plants at night. Zhima won't have to ask for leave tomorrow. Although the master waved his hand and said that it would be fine for as long as he wanted, there would still be a lot of trivial matters accumulated in the master's absence.

Seeing that Zhi Zhi had no tendency to talk to him, he continued to move forward and break new ground. "You and I are still related. When I just communicated with my mother, I realized that we are of the same race."

"Really? I'll take care of you from now on." In fact, the Zhizhi family didn't get along very well with some members of the clan because of Ent's matter. If it hadn't been for the clan leader's strong suppression, many people would have come looking for trouble. As for the relative Shilin mentioned, Zhi Zhi recalled it and confirmed that there was no relative like Shilin in their family. If you really want to talk about it, I guess it's a dispensable kind of thing.

"You are now the master's apprentice. I still need you to take care of me in the future. When the time comes, help me say a few nice words in front of my teacher, so that we can be brothers." Shirin responded enthusiastically.

"Uncle Lin brought you here alone to help, which shows that he values ​​you. Wherever there is no need to take care of each other, look after each other. By the way, I didn't think of it when you mentioned relatives. Can you give me some hints?"

"I am the son of your fourth cousin's uncle's cousin. We have never met before when I was a guest in Area F, so we have never met."

"Is that so? Master Lin said you live in Area F?"

"Well, I'm moving tomorrow. I was admitted as a junior planter the year before last and applied for housing in Area F, but it was never approved. The teacher notified me yesterday that he found a house for me. I just happened to come over today to thank him. We caught a young man." Shirin looked very proud. After all, it is quite a feat to move a whole family from other districts to District F by oneself. What's more, senior growers like Wang Lin stepped in to help.

Zhizhi roughly knew that the house that Xilin and the others were moving into was probably the house that she had just moved out of. Because District F is a carrot and a pit, only when people move out will there be houses vacated. "Congratulations, you're doing pretty well in Area F."

"Which plantation will you study in the future? Come to our E-FH3?" Shilin also picked up the hoe and started to cultivate, as if asking casually.

"Me? I just passed the junior plantation exam last week and haven't submitted my resume yet. But there is a high probability that I will follow my master. Is E-FH3 ​​an orange?"

"Yeah! The oranges grown by the teacher are delicious! It's a pity that even with preferential treatment, we can only eat one in a month." It's a pity that this orange will be sold by the stepmother and will not be given to him... … Shirin’s eyes darkened. He looked at Zhima, who was still looking like a young girl in her prime, cleaning up the inside and outside of the house, and looked away enviously.

"Wow, I haven't eaten oranges yet." Zhizhi didn't care about the hint of showing off in Shilin's words, and thought of the frame of apples under the coffee table that the master casually pointed to him. Zhizhi said that the master is really his own master, but this Shilin is just a student of Master Lin now, and there are some things that can be wrong if you say too much. Shireen said that he just listened.

Sure enough, Shirin's round cat eyes burst into laughter when she heard this. "Is your mother an intermediate planter? How long did it take for your family to apply for this house? I also want to apply for residence in this area in the future." Shilin raised her eyes and looked at the two plots of land that were initially developed, with one-way visibility Walled, small but very comfortable 2-story building.

"..." Zhizhi didn't know how to express the fact that he had gone through the back door. They didn't even apply for this house themselves. Uncle Wang is a mid-level planter and he probably can't do it so quickly. In all likelihood, it was Wang Lin who was wielding a hoe five steps away. Uncle Lin came forward to apply.

"My master helped me make it. My mother used to work under my master. It's probably a greeting gift." It's not wrong to say that my master made it.

Xilin looked at Wang Lin, who had his back to them, then moved closer to Zhizhi and lowered her voice: "Zhizhi, how did you get accepted as a disciple? I have been studying with the teacher for three years and have never had the opportunity to become a disciple. .”

Moreover, even if Master Yuan's disciples treat their disciples and grandchildren as the only preferential treatment in the Pluto Galaxy, I have never seen any master accept a disciple and give him a greeting gift. Don't all disciples want gifts? However, Shirin would not ask these questions rashly.

Last night I received a text message from the teacher saying that the house in Area F had been secured for him, and their family was happy for a long time. Even the stingy stepmother was willing to peel off this month's oranges and give him a few petals. Early in the morning, the family sent him out to the teacher's house to express their gratitude. He thought a lot on the way, and what he hoped most was that the teacher would finally accept him as his apprentice. But after calculating my own Zinao account, I couldn't even get together a decent apprenticeship ceremony. If you ask your family for it, your stepmother...

When Zhizhi saw his dog's lewd appearance, he couldn't say that he was accepted as a disciple because of the fried pork slices with ginger flowers. "My master is more casual. He probably won't accept it if he likes me." Anyway, the master is very casual.

When Shilin wanted to ask something else, Zhizhi had already finished the last bit of tidying up. He patted the soil and invited Wang Lin and Xilin to rest for a while on the chair moved by Zhima. Seeing a small plate of cut apples on the table, he said, "It's been hard work coming here. Uncle Lin, please try the apples grown by my master, and Shilin, you can eat them too."

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