The midday sun made Long Island Estate and Lawn a little hot.
"This is absolutely abuse towards Supe."
Reggie held on to the heavy old-fashioned hand-push lawnmower with both hands, and moved it forward with difficulty on Lawn like a rusty gear.
It usually only takes him a few tenths of a second to run fifty laps around this Lawn, but now, because Lynn strictly prohibits cheating with Superpower, he can only rely on his two legs, which are surprisingly dense but usually not very powerful at all, to push the machine step by step.
Buddy followed Reggie with slow steps and lay down under the shady canopy of a tree.
"Run quickly, kid, don't you usually claim that you are the incarnation of wind?"
Buddy yawned and mocked mercilessly in the voice of a weathered uncle, "Looking at you now, you look like a slow bastard who has just been so full that he can't walk."
Reggie wiped the sweat from his forehead and stopped panting to stare at the golden retriever.
"Shut up, you mutated stupid dog. Lynn said, if I use Supersonic to make Lawn bald, not only will I not get a penny today, but I will also have to eat your leftover dog food in the evening."
Reggie gritted his teeth, gripped the handle again, and continued to push forward resignedly.
At the same time, the sound of splashing water came from the outdoor swimming pool of Backyard.
Tommy was wearing a pair of large flowered trousers and holding a long-handled stiff brush in his hand. He was soaking in the shallow water area that had just been half drained, and was diligently brushing the moss on the wall of the pool.
He originally thought it was just a matter of cleaning the pool and waving his hands casually.
As a result, Lynn deliberately stood next to him for ten minutes in the morning, staring at him as he put on Rubber Gloves and picked up the brush before leaving.
The mage who was used to using Telekinesis to solve all problems now felt as if his arms were so sore that they were filled with lead.
"Kevin! Keep that toothy fish of yours away from me! It just tried to bite my toes!"
Tommy shouted towards the shore while painting the wall.
Kevin was sitting on the lounge chair holding the glass kettle, watching Charlie swimming in the water. Hearing this, he quickly hugged the kettle tighter.
"Charlie is not malicious, it just thinks your toenails are reflective and thinks they are small fish and shrimps."
Kevin defended his pet in a low voice.
Compared to the chaos of Backyard, the main entrance of the villa seems much quieter.
John is holding a plastic bucket filled with soapy water in one hand and a sponge rag in the other hand.
He was standing on a slightly swaying aluminum ladder, carefully wiping the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor.
With his ability, he can completely float in mid-air and use the most comfortable posture to wipe every piece of glass.
He can even use extremely weak Heat Vision to directly evaporate stains on the glass.
But he didn't.
He grabbed the edge of the ladder with one hand to maintain his balance, and pressed the sponge with the other hand to wipe away the dust bit by bit along the texture of the glass.
Suddenly, because there was too much soapy water on the rag, the sponge slipped out of his hand and hit the grass downstairs.
John's body reacted instinctively.
His pupils shrank slightly, and his body had even made a take-off gesture. He could grab the sponge the moment it hit the ground, and then fly back to the ladder in an instant, ensuring that the ladder wouldn't even sway.
But just when his feet were about to leave the ladder treads, he stopped.
He looked at the sponge that fell on the grass, took a deep breath, and then like the most ordinary human boy, he climbed down the aluminum alloy ladder step by step, clumsily but honestly.
He bent down to pick up the sponge, washed it again in the bucket and wrung it out, then climbed up the ladder step by step again and continued his work.
Black Noir, who was standing in the shadow of the corridor on the first floor, watched this scene quietly, a trace of relief flashing in his eyes under the mask.
He didn't go to help, he just walked away silently and went to Backyard to check the progress of Reggie's weeding.
After all.
This is also a type of spiritual practice.
John wiped it very carefully.
When he finally polished the last piece of glass until it was Winky shiny, he looked at himself reflected in the glass.
Her short blond hair was a little messy, and there was a streak of dusty soap suds on her face.
It looks a little funny and a little embarrassed.
In the evening, the Long Island sky was dyed orange-red by the setting sun.
The tables in the restaurant were cleared clean.
Lynn was sitting on the main seat, with an old cigar box found from somewhere in front of him, containing some scattered banknotes and coins.
Several children sat in rows across from each other, and even Buddy squatted beside them to join in the fun, their tails tapping the floor rhythmically.
"Everyone performed well today, although Reggie crushed three tulips when weeding, and Tommy dropped the brush into the drain when brushing the pool."
Lynn looked at the guilty expressions on the two men's faces and smiled lightly, "But since this is your first time working with physical strength, there will be no deductions."
Lynn opened the cigar box, took out a five-dollar bill and handed it to Reggie.
"This is your reward for today."
Reggie took the crumpled five-dollar bill with both hands, his eyes as wide as bells.
"Five dollars? Lynn, I pushed that broken machine under the sun for three hours! I can't even buy a cup of high-end coffee!"
Reggie couldn't help but protest.
"If you think it's too little, you can be responsible for cleaning Buddy's kennel tomorrow. I'll give you ten dollars for that."
Lynn took a sip of tea and was completely unmoved.
Buddy immediately agreed, "I think this is a good idea. Remember to put more deodorant."
Reggie curled his lips and quickly stuffed the five dollars into his pocket, fearing that Lynn would regret it.
Next is Tommy, who also received a five-dollar reward for washing the pool.
Although he felt it was too little, after seeing that Reggie's protest was ineffective, he wisely chose to shut up.
Finally, Lynn looked at John, who had been waiting quietly beside him.
Lynn took out a ten-dollar bill from the box and pushed it on the table.
"I wiped all the windows on the second floor and haven't broken any glass. I also noticed that you didn't secretly use your flying ability."
Lynn looked into John's eyes, with unstinting appreciation in his voice, "Well done, little champion, you deserve this."
John looked at the ten dollar bill on the table, and his breathing became a little quick.
That's ten dollars.
In the past, if a hundred banknotes of this denomination fell on the ground, he would not even be interested in looking down.
But now he feels that this banknote is more precious than anything in the world.
Because like an ordinary human being, he spent a whole afternoon sweating and strictly abiding by the rules of Lynn in exchange for this.
John stretched out his hands and carefully picked up the ten dollar bill. He did not stuff it into his pocket casually like Reggie did, but carefully folded it in half and held it in his palm.
"Thank you, Lynn, can I be responsible for cleaning up the fallen leaves in the back mountain tomorrow?"
John raised his head, Azure's eyes were bright and full of expectation.
"Of course, as long as you're not tired."
Lynn smiled and nodded.
After dinner, John returned to his room early.
He closed the door, walked to the bedside table, and opened the bottom drawer.
There is a clean, empty glass jam jar in the corner of the drawer.
John put the ten-dollar bill that was slightly warm in the palm of his hand into the jam jar, and then closed the lid.
He lay on the bed, looked at the lonely banknote in the jam jar, and began to do arithmetic problems seriously in his mind.
That dark gray cashmere scarf was priced at one hundred and eighty dollars.
If he can earn ten dollars by cleaning up fallen leaves and two dollars by washing dishes, as long as he works more every day, he can save enough money in about a month.
He had to buy the scarf before winter really came.
Thinking of Lynn's possible expression when receiving the gift, John buried his face in the soft pillow and laughed silently.
The night outside the window enveloped Long Island Estate quietly.
Occasionally, the noises made by Reggie and Tommy due to fighting for the bathroom could be heard in the corridor. Everything seemed so peaceful.
[Wish you all a healthy Dragon Boat Festival, I love you]