Early morning.
The corridor on the second floor was quiet, except for the door of the room at the end that was gently pushed open through a gap.
John was wearing the gray sportswear and carrying a pair of white-washed rubber-soled shoes in his hand, tiptoeing down the stairs like a thief.
He walked very slowly, even deliberately suppressing his breathing, for fear of waking up Reggie, who was still snoring next door.
Arriving on the first floor, John skillfully walked around Buddy, who was lying on the carpet in the living room.
This Big Golden Retriever probably ate a whole ham sausage last night, and now it is smacking the dog in the mouth, dreaming of some sweet dream, and the bell on its neck makes a faint muffled sound as it breathes.
John pushed open the glass door of Backyard and took a deep breath of the slightly cool morning breeze.
Lynn said yesterday that he would be paid ten dollars for cleaning up the fallen leaves in the back mountain.
He sat on the bed and carefully calculated that as long as he did these tasks every day, he would be able to save enough money to buy that scarf before the first snow fell.
He walked to the utility room, picked up the big broom that was much taller than him, turned and walked towards the back mountain.
The fallen leaves of autumn have laid a thick layer, making a rustling sound when stepped on.
John didn't use any Super Speed, nor did he use his terrible lung capacity to blow them away.
He just held the wooden handle of the broom honestly and swept the yellow leaves into a pile again and again.
This kind of mechanical repetitive action is actually very boring.
But John worked very hard.
His mind kept replaying the admiring look Lynn looked at him when he got the ten dollars yesterday.
After scanning for more than an hour, a thin layer of sweat appeared on John's forehead.
"Hey, John, are you out of your mind for getting up so early?"
The uncle's voice suddenly sounded from behind.
John stopped and turned his head.
Buddy wandered over at some point. The dog still had a broken Tennis Balls that he found in its mouth. It had disgust written all over its face.
"I'm making money."
John replied in a serious tone, turned around and continued to wave the broom.
Buddy vomited Tennis Balls on the grass, sat down, and scratched his ears with his hind legs.
"For those ten dollars? You are a monster who can tear a tank into scrap metal with your bare hands. Vought International Those executives sitting in the office drinking coffee are not richer than you. If you are really short of money, just find some unlucky guy and threaten him. It will not be much faster than sweeping leaves here."
Buddy shook his head, and the bell on his neck rang loudly, "The human brain circuit is really incomprehensible."
John looked at this mutated dog that was full of nonsense and felt lifeless for the first time in his life.
"Lynn said, that's wrong."
John gathered the last pile of leaves together, "The money you earn little by little with your own hands has weight in your hands. You don't understand."
"I don't understand? All I know is that if it hadn't been for this thing on my neck yesterday, I would have gone to pick up that beautiful poodle in the next block."
Buddy rolled his eyes, but looking at John looking so enthusiastic, he suddenly grinned and said, "But to be honest, your silly look is much more pleasing to the eye than before."
Just as one person and one dog were arguing, the back door of the villa not far away was suddenly pushed open.
Reggie, with a messy hair on his head, didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he rushed over wearing two socks of different colors.
He was also holding a sponge and a bottle of car cleaner in his hands, his face full of anxiety and grief.
"Damn it! John! You actually secretly got involved behind my back!"
Reggie looked at the large piles of fallen leaves that had been swept on the ground, and shouted sadly, "That's my ten dollars! I dreamed last night that I was sitting in the driver's seat of Ferrari!"
John leaned the broom against the tree trunk, raised his chin slightly, and Azure had a hint of a winner's pride in his eyes.
"First come first served, Lynn rules."
Reggie gritted his teeth and glared at John, then quickly turned his eyes and landed on the black off-road vehicle parked in front of the garage door.
"Okay, you can sweep the leaves, and then I'll wash the car! There's ten dollars for washing the car too!"
Reggie rushed to the faucet like a gust of wind, skillfully connected the water pipe, and began to squeeze the detergent into the bucket crazily.
For the sake of the non-existent Ferrari sports car, this super fast runner who usually feels tired even if he runs two steps suddenly burst out with unprecedented energy.
I used a sponge to wipe out the residual image on the car door, but I controlled my strength and did not dare to use Superpower.
Behind the second floor window.
Lynn was wearing loose pajamas, holding a cup of freshly brewed hot tea in his hand, quietly watching this scene in Backyard.
The rising sun just crossed the coastline of Long Island, shining unreservedly on John's short golden hair stained with sweat, and also shining on the back of Reggie who was diligently scrubbing the car windows.
Buddy, on the other hand, was like an idle contractor, dangling between the two of them, giving some pointers with its rough-and-tumble voice from time to time, and then being sprayed with a water hose by Reggie.
Lynn took a sip of coffee and a smile flashed across his face.
Suddenly, Tommy could be heard yawning and complaining from downstairs. It seemed that he was standing in the living room throwing a tantrum because he woke up too late and found that all the household chores that made money had been taken away.
Annie's gentle voice of dissuasion was intertwined with Kevin's frantic comforting voice, and even the sound of water splashing in Fish Tank from Charlie.