In the Liushui village at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, whether it is those stout men who pick jade during the day and arch their daughters-in-law at night, or those beautiful daughters-in-law who can't wait to give birth to two more legs when they see Li Yundao except for the widow of the village head, almost without exception, they are in awe of Li Da Diaomin. But it's strange to say, the little kids dragging their noses in Liushui Village all like to follow Li Yundao one by one. If it weren't for the fact that there were children and women in the village who stepped into the jade mining road, it would be a great disrespect to the mountain god, and Li Yundao might be able to hire a number of free small laborers when he went up the mountain to pick jade.

The reason why the children in the village like Li Yundao is because this "fake monk" who hangs his children all day long and is not doing his job all day long holds a little lama holding a prayer bucket, as long as he does not climb the wall of the widow's house, these two people will find a corner facing the sun in the village, and sit down against the corner of the wall or under the big tree, and then let the children go to the Romance of the Three Kingdoms plus the Water Margin, when they heard the monk Lu Zhishen pluck the weeping willows, the big children generally think that they are called "fake monks" by adults Even if Li Yundao is not martial arts, he should at least be regarded as a master.

With the experience of dealing with a group of children in Liushui Village, Li Yundao was not frightened in the face of four children.

Little Emma, who blinked a pair of big blue eyes, seemed to be very interested in Li Yundao, and didn't seem to have much nostalgia for the game that had just been torn up, and quickly shifted her attention to Li Da Diaomin, who had just walked into the living room.

As soon as the little peacock saw Li Yundao, he exhaled in surprise: "Uncle, uncle, do you remember me?"

Li Yundao rubbed the little guy's head: "Of course I remember, there is a little bit of trouble on the plane who wants to listen to the story!"

The peacock didn't seem to be satisfied with Li Yundao's answer, straightened his small chest, pouted and frowned, and muttered: "People are not small, Kong Lanling said that in a few years, people will be little women!"

The little guy's self-talk made Li Yundao laugh, and the haze brought about by the Ruan family's affairs just now was swept away.

Zhang Xiaoman leaned on the sofa and dangled his two white swaying calves, sighed and said, "I didn't want to come and have fun with the children, but ......"

The Little Lama of Shili glanced at her, and Zhang Xiaoman immediately kept silent.

Li Yundao gave Shili a slap, and the little lama turned around the prayer barrel and said dumbly: "Brother Yundao, Sister Ruan is gone?"

Li Yundao nodded, not wanting to mention this matter again, so he said to the little peacock: "I'll tell you a story, okay?"

The peacock immediately jumped up and applauded: "Okay, okay, uncle tell us the story of Little Red Riding Hood and Grandma Wolf!"

Zhang Xiaoman rolled his eyes and muttered, "Childish!"

The peacock seemed to be a little afraid of Zhang Xiaoman, so he immediately quieted down, looked at Xiao Daogu timidly and asked, "Sister Xiaoman will talk about whatever she says......

Li Yundao suddenly felt a little heavy on his legs, and looked down, little Emma didn't know when he hugged his thighs, and said with a Beijing film accent: "Tell stories, tell stories ......"

Zhang Xiaoman seemed to be a little disgusted by Emma's action of hugging Li Yundao's thighs, and pulled Emma over to sit on top of him, but she was not a few years older than Emma, and she was not too tall, and Xiao Daogu's expression of trying to make an adult looked quite cute.

Li Yundao didn't tell the story of the Snow Mountain this time, nor did he borrow some classic passages from the classical books, he told the child the story of a woman, a woman named Li Qiuluo and a white-eyed wolf.

The story is not long, but Li Yundao tells it very slowly, and a story comes out of his mouth, which is more tortuous and touching than the old smoke in the small village on the edge of the primeval forest in the northeast last year.

Li Yundao stroked the little peacock's head and asked softly, "Why are you crying?"

The little peacock choked up and said, "It's too ...... Tai Ke ...... Poor ......" didn't finish speaking, and the child who inherited Kong Lanling's sentimentality continued to cry.

Emma also frowned at her little face, her blue eyes were inexplicably wronged, and her eyes staring at Li Yundao were extremely resentful, as if the man in front of her was the white-eyed wolf in the story.

Shili sighed, turned around again with the barrel in his hand, and finished reciting "Vajra Prajna Potami" again.

Zhang Xiaoman didn't know when she sat next to Li Yundao, snuggling up to this man with a little tobacco smell of alcohol and a strong male smell, she knew that she was a little blushing, but at this moment, she still wanted to snuggle up to this man who never said injury or pain, she could feel the trembling in his heart, and when she mentioned the white-eyed wolf, she could even feel the murderous aura emanating from Li Yundao's body. Master Zu is above, if that white-eyed wolf is still alive, you will manifest your spirit and rain down seven hundred and forty-nine heavenly thunders to slash that bastard thing into ashes!

The four children, except for Shili sitting cross-legged on the sofa, the other three were all around Li Yundao, and the excitement of the tear-up that had just played the video game disappeared in an instant, and the peacock howled and cried deafeningly.

Suddenly, the crying stopped abruptly.

Li Yundao said, Li Qiuluo is my mother.

The peacock stopped crying, choked up and pulled a piece of tissue paper from the coffee table to wipe away his tears and snot, and then turned to Li Yundao and said, Uncle, when the peacock grows up, take care of you, okay?

Li Yundao smiled, and the little guy's maternal love was overflowing.

Emma blinked her eyes as if she didn't understand, looked at the little peacock in some surprise, and asked, Why?

The peacock puffed out his cheeks and said, don't you think your uncle is pitiful?

Emma nodded vigorously and said to the little peacock very seriously: My mommy said that I was pitiful Papa, so I married him.

The little peacock tilted his head and thought about it, and after a while, he turned his head and said to Li Yundao, uncle, I will ask my mother in the evening, if she wants, let my mother marry my uncle.

Li Yundao was suddenly stunned by thunder.

Zhang Xiaoman had already pricked up his ears vigilantly when he listened to the conversation between the two little girls, and at this moment, seeing that the more they talked, the more outrageous it became, he immediately said unhappily, don't talk nonsense, how can your mother marry him?

The little peacock is not convinced, why can't it?

Zhang Xiaoman was speechless for a moment, thought about it, and then blushed and said, he already has three wives.

Li Yundao is even more of a first and two big, where is this? Could it be that Qi Baoxi is also counted?

The little peacock is even more popular: Why can't you marry my mother if you marry three?

Emma timidly interjected: Sister Peacock, in our France, a man can only marry one wife, can a Chinese man marry many?