If dog hair can be sold for money, it is estimated that he is richer than Ma Yun!!

It's a pity that dog hair is worthless, and throwing it away will damage the environment, so Zhang Feng packed it all in a bag and burned it all when he made a fire later.

After cleaning up the two little guys, they were comfortable, but unfortunately the Zhang Feng sisters and brothers were not only sweaty, but also stained with dog hair everywhere.

The two little ones took a bath, and now they couldn't be happier, bouncing up and down in the open space in the middle of the yard, so that the floor was full of their bath water.

……

I went back to the house and took a cool shower, and suddenly my whole body was refreshed, lying in the shade of the trees, bathing in the spring breeze, which felt even cooler and refreshing, as if I was in the autumn breeze.

Blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and green waters.

The beauty of Moon Lake is even more vivid under the scorching sun, and it is simply a great place to escape the heat on a hot day.

Because of this, it attracts many tourists from the city, who sit under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, or lie on the green lawn by the lake, enjoying the coolness of nature and enjoying the beauty of nature.

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon

The school-going children in the village also returned to their homes, and soon the village became noisy.

"Crazy brother, crazy brother?"

Zhang Feng was resting in the yard, and the little duckling took a homework book and hurriedly ran in.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Feng sat up slowly, glanced at the little guy and asked.

"Brother Madman, our teacher asked us to paint a landscape painting of our hometown, but I can't do it, Brother Madman, can you help me paint it???" The little guy asked Zhang Feng whimsically.

Hearing the duck's words, Zhang Feng couldn't help laughing, rolled his eyes, and thought to himself that this little guy was really lazy, and he actually wanted to help paint by himself, he really thought too much!

"Where are you going!! where are you going to stay cool?

"Oh, madman, but I won't, why don't you give me that lotus flower in the hall?" asked the little guy with an expectant expression.

Zhang Feng then understood, it turned out that the little guy didn't mean to drink alcohol, but wanted the "Lotus Picture" in his own hall.

I really didn't expect this little thing, people are not small, and they actually want to show off their ink paintings in school, pretending to be their own works, probably to get praise from teachers and classmates.

But the little duck thought of it very beautiful, can the teacher not know his level?? If you really take the "Lotus Picture" to the school, you can wear it with a goof, and then not only will this little guy be unlucky, but it is estimated that he will also be asked by the teacher, so it is impossible for Zhang Feng to give this painting to this little thing.

"It's impossible to give it to you, if you can't, you can copy a picture according to what I drewd?" Zhang Feng smiled bitterly at this to give the little guy a move.

"What is copying??" asked the little one, tilting his little head and looking curious.

"You know that copying is imitation, right?" Zhang Feng was relieved to come over, copying is a more professional vocabulary, and the little guy in preschool must not have been exposed to it, so he patiently explained.

"Oh, copying is imitation, I'm at it, I often copy my classmates' homework in school!" the little guy suddenly realized, and then 'drew inferences' from one another.

Hearing the example given by the little guy, Zhang Feng suddenly cried and laughed, this little guy must have often copied his classmates' homework in school, in his words, this is 'copying'.

Yes, Zhang Feng had to explain again, and the little guy finally understood, it turns out that copying and plagiarism are different, but what is the difference, the little guy is still a little foggy.

Zhang Feng shook his head helplessly, it seemed that he could no longer teach such a complex vocabulary.

"Come, the painting is coming, you yourself are here to paint it. Zhang Feng took the "Lotus Picture" from the house, put it on the stone table, and asked the little guy to imitate one.

"Hee-hee, thank you, madman!!" said the little one, happily, as if he had forgotten the luxury of asking for the painting.

Zhang Feng chuckled and shook his head, this little guy has a lot to do in a day.

At this time, the little guy sat on the stone bench seriously, carefully observed the "Lotus Picture" for a while, and then tilted his little head to think, probably thinking about where to start.

After a while, the little one smiled and nodded, as if he had made up his mind, picked up the pencil and began to imitate.

Zhang Feng secretly came over to watch, although the little guy didn't draw well, but seeing his attentive appearance, Zhang Feng felt that the little duck at this time was also so cute, and he was very handsome when he was serious.

"Oops, the painting is crooked here!" Suddenly there was a small mistake, and the little guy was annoyed, and hurriedly erased the wrong place with an eraser.

Zhang Feng just smiled, no matter how this little guy draws, as long as he has fun.

At this moment, Da Mao suddenly walked in.

"Crazy brother?"

The next moment, Da Mao also found the little duck, "Little duckling, what are you doing here?"

Zhang Feng smiled and nodded, which was a response.

The little duck looked back and saw Da Mao, grinned, and then quickly covered his drawing book, as if he didn't want Da Mao to see his work.

"Oh, duckling, you're drawing!"

"Uh-huh......" The duckling nodded hurriedly.

Da Mao took a closer look, "Hey, isn't this the lotus painted by the madman?

"It's not, the madman brother said that this is not called copying, this is called copying!!" the little guy learned and used it lively, and immediately explained to Da Mao.

"No, I'm going to paint here with my painting notebook too!" Da Mao thought that he hadn't done his art homework yet, so he immediately ran home.

These two little guys are really not able to create their own paintings, so they want to imitate their own paintings, thinking of this, Zhang Feng shook his head helplessly.

Pedal Pedal Ped

After a while, Da Mao also ran in with his painting book panting.

So the two little ones pouted their little butts, knelt on the stone bench, and began to draw seriously.

Zhang Feng smiled slightly, returned to the house, opened the refrigerator, took out a few peaches to clean them, and prepared the two little children to squeeze a glass of juice each, and treat the two little ones who are doing their homework seriously.

"How are you done?" Two minutes later, Zhang Feng walked out with two glasses of juice.

"Hee-hee, there's one more point!" replied the duckling with a grin.

"Oh, madman, you can help me see, I can't draw well. Da Mao asked Zhang Feng for help with some frustration.

Then the two little guys saw the juice in Zhang Feng's hand, their eyes straightened, and they couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

"Come on!!Drink a glass of juice first, I'll help you take a look!" Zhang Feng handed the juice to the two small things, then picked up Da Mao's picture book and looked at it.

Appalling!!

Zhang Feng looked at Da Mao's painting, and suddenly remembered this word in his heart.