Guillermo.
I think you should know how I'm going to arrange things for you, right?
Shawn gave him a smile.
Actually, Philip and I discussed it a long time ago.
We can't just eat without working at the Camp. If possible, we want to join Shane's army.
Guillermo didn't hesitate; it was clear they had discussed it privately many times.
Son, maybe joining Jacob's construction team wouldn't be bad either.
The Prison's future construction demands will certainly not be low; it will need a lot of people to help.
Hershel kindly reminded him.
Unexpectedly, Guillermo just shook his head: "From before everything began, my duty was to guard. I think even now, nothing has changed."
"I don't do delicate work. If I had a choice, I would definitely choose to continue guarding everyone without hesitation."
"Looking at you all now, I feel like I'm back at the Nursing Home again."
Guillermo sincerely thanked Hershel for his reminder and patiently explained.
Since that's the case, starting today, you can take your subordinates to report to Shane.
Shane is a good leader, especially for an army.
Guillermo understood and promptly left the dining hall.
Only Hershel and Elynn remained. Shawn observed them for a while, considering whom to arrange work for first.
Suddenly, Shawn looked at Elynn.
Are you used to life now?
It's much better than before.
Elynn was like an honest, decent middle-aged man; Shawn asked, and he answered.
Especially after leaving North Carolina, he looked much more normal.
There hadn't been a single instance of emotional breakdown.
Mm.
Shawn nodded slightly.
Since that's the case, you can go back for now. I'll come find you later; I'll need your help a lot then.
It's only right.
Ever since he personally killed the cult leader, Elynn had been determined to follow Shawn.
Only Shawn and Hershel remained in the dining hall.
Hershel looked at him unhurriedly and spoke.
Tell me, when are you going to marry my daughter?
Don't forget, her deceased mother is still watching you from heaven.
Shawn rubbed his arm.
Don't say such creepy things; I'm getting goosebumps.
Don't think I don't know what you men are all thinking.
Hershel stared intently at Shawn, with a strange sense of humor.
Shawn was a little embarrassed. Hershel, aren't you a man yourself?
'Alright, it seems the old man has already put himself in the roles of both father and mother at the same time.'
Observing Hershel's expression, Shawn thought to himself.
Subtly placing a hand on Hershel's shoulder, Shawn secretly imparted the max-level Southern Planting to him.
You don't need to threaten me; that's an old trick.
Beth is devoted to me, so I naturally won't disappoint her.
It's just that you've seen the current situation. The Huns are not vanquished… cough cough, the Walkers are not vanquished, how can one start a family?
Moreover, the concept of marriage is too idealistic. Who in the Camp doesn't know we're a couple? Why go through the ceremony?
Although I'm ruthless to outsiders, you should have seen how I treat my own people, right?
Shawn lightly bumped Hershel's shoulder with his own, then gently removed his hand. Southern Planting had been imparted, and now it was up to Hershel to digest it.
The old and the young sat together, looking from afar like a pair of harmonious friends with a significant age gap.
Hershel sighed. With Shawn bringing that up, he really couldn't say anything to him.
Back then, at the Farm.
Shawn, as the leader, was able to humble himself and apologize to Lori, which was truly rare.
This at least showed that Shawn's attitude towards his own people hadn't picked up the bad habits of those men with twisted values.
He knew how to respect women and mothers, even in this apocalyptic world where laws had broken down.
It was precisely from that moment that Hershel decided he wanted to set up his youngest daughter with Shawn.
After all, Maggie had already found a reliable man, but Beth always seemed so innocent and naive, which truly worried him~~
Tell me, what position do you want to arrange for me?
Hershel's white hair trembled slightly as he glanced at Shawn and asked.
Shawn pulled out a bag from behind him: "You'll do what you're good at."
Hershel glanced at the bag, filled with seeds, and was immediately startled.
You got all these from that laboratory?!
Although Shawn had obtained them during his various Searches, he couldn't deny it and nodded.
These seeds aren't many. You take them and plant them first.
I think you also understand the importance of this bag of seeds. I can only entrust them to you, and I can only trust your planting experience.
Whether the people at the Prison can eat their fill in the future depends on you.
I'll do my best!
Hershel solemnly took the bag, carefully tightening the opening to prevent the seeds from falling out.
Don't worry.
Shawn patted him, comforting him.
We'll open up a Farm for you on the side of the Prison; there won't be any problems.
No, the more you talk, the less at ease I feel. I need to go back first.
Remember, take good care of Beth. I'm entrusting her to you.
After speaking, Hershel hurried away, leaving Shawn alone, staring blankly at his gradually disappearing back.
No, you said your daughter was more important than anything?
He just ran off with the seeds in his hand???
Shawn was amused by this old man.
But thinking about it, it's true. Once upon a time, Hershel always regarded the Farm as his everything.
Even when besieged by a horde of Walkers, he could calmly hold his gun and shoot, defending the Farm without changing his expression.
Perhaps his mindset then was the same as his mindset now.
To have the opportunity to pick up farming again, and this time planting seeds that could change the fate of the people at the Prison, his reaction was understandable.
Shawn didn't get up. Only after Hershel's figure completely disappeared did he softly call out to the dining hall entrance.
Come in, your fox tail is showing.
Beth's fair little face appeared, and she gave an embarrassed smile.
You're the fox tail... Am I really that obvious?
Beth came to Shawn's side. Shawn held her soft hand, made her sit on his lap, and raised a hand to rub her cheek.
Feels good.
Shawn enjoyed it immensely.
Perhaps it was due to sufficient food, but Beth was no longer skinny; her cheeks had a little soft plumpness.
It wasn't noticeable, but it felt extremely soft to the touch.
Hey, you say!
Beth leaned on Shawn's shoulder, feigning anger and blowing warm air into his ear.
You hid it very well.
Then how did you find out?
Beth was curious.
I guessed.
Shawn admitted it straightforwardly.
You!
Hey, someone else is here!
Beth turned her head back, only to see Carl leading two other little heads, peeking sneakily from outside the dining hall door.
Just watch!
Beth's earlobes turned red. With a sudden resolve, she leaned in and kissed Shawn.
Feeling the wonder of the moment, Beth closed her eyes, Shawn's words from not long ago echoing in her ears.
Beth is devoted to me, so I naturally won't disappoint her...
Today's kiss was sweet.
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