SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

Under the moonlight, a figure slowly walked in from outside the village.

He was dressed in a black tracksuit, his white shoes were spotless, and he was carrying two exquisitely packaged bottles of white liquor.

He had a handsome face and a faint smile on his lips as he walked straight to the old locust tree.

The elderly people's eyes froze instantly.

He's not from the village! No one in the village has ever seen that face before!

Lin Mu walked straight up to them, a gentle smile on his face: "Excuse me, sir, how do I get to Fang Tieqiao's house?"

Seeing the wary look in the elderly people's eyes, he added, "I'm his friend. I only know that his house is at the east end of the village, but I don't know exactly which house...

The elderly people exchanged glances, their wary expressions relaxing slightly.

This person knows the shovel's full name and can also give a rough location; he must be a true friend.

The elderly man in the blue cloth shirt spoke first, his tone kind: "Young man, are you Tiao's... former colleague from outside?"

Lin Mu nodded: "Yes, Grandpa."

An old man wearing a straw hat suddenly leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with curiosity: "So tell me, what has Tiechao been doing all these past ten years?"

"After he came back, he didn't mention a single thing about what was happening outside!"

"Exactly!" another old man exclaimed, slapping his thigh. "When he left home at 20, he was so full of youthful vigor!"

"After 10 years, he returned home, but now he spends all his time lying in front of his house sunbathing, completely laid up."

"We're just concerned about him. Are the screws in this Holy Capital really that hard to tighten?"

Lin Mu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Actually, it's not that complicated... Our previous company went bankrupt, and everyone went their separate ways."

"I used to be superior to the shovel."

"Sigh, you young people have it tough, being born into this era!"

The old man in the gray cloth shirt stood up, patted Lin Mu's arm, and said, "Come on, young man, I'll take you there!"

"Judging by your wine, are you planning to drink yourself into a stupor with that shovel?"

"Thank you for your help." Lin Mu followed up, adding with a smile, "There are some things on my mind that I can't bring myself to say without a drink."

The old man suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at him, his tone serious: "By the way, young man, there's a girl living at Tieqiao's house now, and she's incredibly beautiful!"

"You can drink all you want, but don't stay out too late, lest the young couple have a falling out!"

Lin Mu's eyes widened suddenly, his smile froze, as if he had heard something unbelievable: "You... what did you say?"

"Is there a woman living in Tiechao's house?"

"Of course it's true!" the old man laughed and continued walking. "I've been living here for months!"

Lin Mu stood there stunned, then quickly followed, wondering to himself: Is this for real? A shovel and a woman? Do these two words even have anything to do with each other?

Unable to contain his curiosity, he pressed on, "Grandpa, could you tell me the story of the shovel and this woman?"

This was unbelievable to him.

Although Tieqiao appears to be a simple and honest man, Lin Mu knows him all too well.

He's a free spirit at heart, and his favorite saying is, "Women will only slow me down when I'm wielding the shovel."

My iron shovel will never be trapped by a woman in its lifetime.

"Hahaha!" the old man laughed heartily, throwing his head back. "Young man, you're not the only one who's curious!"

"To this day, no one in our village can figure out where that girl with the shovel came from!"

"Just a few months ago, one morning, we were sunbathing at the village entrance when a shovel suddenly appeared, carrying a girl in its arms!"

"You had no idea what happened! We old men were all wide-eyed!"

"After that, the girl stayed at Tiechao's house and never left."

"I see him off every morning and wait for him to come home every evening. This kid is living the life of a god!"

Lin Mu's lips twitched, and he suddenly realized that he had been presumptuous in coming.

But since we were already there, we followed the old man toward the east end of the village.

In the courtyard of the earthen house at the east end of the village, the shovel and the woman in the black dress still sat on the stone bench two meters apart, without saying a word.

The atmosphere inside the courtyard was the coldest it had been in months.

A few seconds later, the woman in the black dress stood up gracefully, her voice cool and clear: "Take a rest. Don't forget your free-range chicken."

After speaking, she walked lightly towards the mud house, her black skirt swaying gently with each step, revealing a section of her fair calves. Her black high heels with red soles clicked crisply on the cement ground.

The shovel froze for a moment, then stood up and muttered under his breath, "Damn! Women really do make things worse!"

"My chicken is rotten!"

Just as he turned around, a steady voice suddenly came from behind him: "Shovel."

The shovel suddenly stopped, and even the woman in the black dress stopped in her tracks as she walked towards the door.

A hint of doubt flashed in her beautiful eyes: This person has friends?

Who could his friend be?

She turned slightly to the side, but there were no lights outside the earthen house courtyard, so neither she nor Lin Mu could see each other's faces clearly.

After pausing for a few seconds, she still stepped lightly into the house.

"Young man, I'll see you off here! Remember what the old man said, don't interfere with the young couple's relationship!" After saying this, the old man in the gray shirt laughed and walked away quickly.

After the old man left, Lin Mu carried two exquisitely packaged bottles of liquor into the courtyard.

When Tieshao turned around, his brows were furrowed, his eyes fixed on Lin Mu, and his mind was racing.

Finally, he suddenly switched to a憨厚 (honest and simple) smile: "Brother, you've got the wrong person!"

"I'm not some kind of shovel, goodbye!"

After saying that, he turned and left, thinking to himself: How funny! Are scammers now so brazen that they're even venturing into the mountains?

Lao Tzu's anti-fraud awareness is the best in the world!

Lin Mu's lips twitched slightly; he guessed that Tie Qiao had mistaken him for a fraudster.

He laughed and shouted at the shovel's retreating figure, "Fang Tieqiao, I have a shovel that can slap away all the injustices in the world."

The shovel suddenly turned around, its eyes gleaming: Good heavens!

This is a high-level scam! This kid's got some skills!

Lin Mu then sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, placed two exquisitely packaged bottles of liquor on the table with a "thud," and began to unpack the liquor boxes on his own.

He thought that Tiecha would be like Gu Cang, able to instantly understand the implied meaning of a single sentence.

Iron Shovel's face grew increasingly grim. He walked to the stone bench opposite Lin Mu and sat down, staring intently at him, cursing inwardly: Damn it!

Have scams become this brazen?

Is this my house or his house?

He paused for a moment, then met Lin Mu's gaze: "Brother, your line of work must be pretty tough, right?"

"Is it because they're not so easy to fool people outside anymore, so they're trying to reach out to the deep mountains?"

He paused, then said in a deep voice, "I don't know where you heard those things, but you think you can fool me? You're still too green."

"Get lost. I'm in a bad mood today. Don't force me to take action."

Lin Mu's face darkened, thinking to himself: Sure enough, Gu Cang is still the smartest.

In the bedroom of the earthen house, the woman quietly pushed open the window and listened with great interest to the conversation in the courtyard.

Lin Mu met Tiechao's scrutinizing gaze, extended his right hand, and smiled faintly: "Let's shake hands."

Iron Shovel thought to himself: What the hell is this guy up to?

Alright, I'll play along with you today and see what tricks you have up your sleeve!