After all, make trouble, don't joke about 49.

It's hard to find so many talented pets, people can not only take care of themselves, but also call Dad, who wouldn't love it?

"Don't bully it, it's still small. ”

Mrs. Song couldn't see it, and said a word to her little granddaughter.

Sijiu whimpered aggrievedly, dragging his job to find his grandmother for shelter.

Song Ci swallowed the porridge in his mouth and glanced over.

"If you are young, you should study hard, if you are young and strong, you will be sad. ”

Song Miao saw that Sijiu was so sad that she couldn't eat, and she was distressed, so she hurriedly changed the topic and asked:

"Little sister, you went to the pig farm yesterday to see what's wrong? I heard that the people from the working group are leaving?"

Song Ci has always been patient with the gentle eldest sister and replied seriously:

"The swine fever on our side has passed, the damned ones are dead, and the ones who should be alive have survived.

The next thing is routine disinfection and epidemic prevention and other work, we can do it ourselves locally, and it doesn't make much sense for the working group to stay, so let's go. ”

She went to look at it yesterday and scanned the surviving sick pigs one by one with her mental power, and this is roughly the result.

However, Sijiu gave more feedback back, and relayed the content of the conversation with the pig, which was nothing more than what I wanted to eat if I was uncomfortable.

It is a little smarter and more talkative than a pig.

Song Ci thinks that there is a connection between four and nine in the middle, and her father has a better chance of winning when he competes for the job of a technician at the technical station in the township.

Sijiu can completely replace Song Chun'an for consultation, and then find a way to send the news back, she translates it, and then sends the letter back, anyway, it runs fast.

Song Chunan is also actively preparing, coming back from work every day to read books and take notes, full of energy.

He has a good brain, a good reading memory, can calm down, and if he really wants to do something, there is nothing he can't do.

In contrast, Li Shengnan is particularly tormented.

The family gathers to study every night, Song Ci needless to say, doing the question is like drinking cold water, and the page is turned with two strokes;

Li Shenxing is not as fast as her, but the child's attitude is serious and upright, and the words he writes are as standard as those printed in the book

Song Zhao's font is scribbled, but it is not ugly, and he writes very fast, and he keeps writing, and he can write half of the book in one night;

Song Chunan flipped through the book with one hand and made excerpts and notes with the other, using two minds, without stumbling at all;

Even Xiao Sijiu stood in the middle of the table, dipped his paws in pen and ink, and drew towards the exercise book.

Li Shengnan gave it the right answer without giving up, and found that it drew it correctly!

It's unreasonable!

The whole family has the hardest time learning for her, and she is not even as good as Forty-Nine.

Li Shengnan was so shocked that he almost got tired of studying.

But the whole family is studying hard, if she doesn't want to make progress, she will be left behind, what family status is there?

Li Shengnan gritted his teeth and insisted on learning, and he didn't compare with others, so he followed his own plan, learned a little more every day, and his life was passable.

In this way, Sijiu quickly integrated into the Song family.

The little guy is very clever and knows how to avoid people in the next life, and he has lived for a few days, but he has not caused any disturbance in the village.

There was no movement and Tong Jizhou, who returned to the provincial newspaper.

The good report has not been reported, and he has been like a mud cow entering the sea, and there is no news.

Could it be that the weather is getting colder and they have migrated to the south for the winter?

Song Ci pillowed his hands behind his head, crossed Erlang's legs, and lay on the shaker looking at a group of geese flying in the blue sky, his thoughts were a little far away.

Forty-nine was writing the side.

The little claw was bound by the invisible spiritual power, and kept writing and drawing, and the blue and black ink stained the beautiful pink flesh pads.

Sijiu glanced at the unscrupulous "father" with resentment, and viciously bared his teeth and gnawed at the invisible shackles.

It smells so good!

I'm going to die of hunger, I just can't gnaw it!

I really want to drag her back to the hole, hide her and gnaw slowly.

It's a pity that it can't be dragged.