After lunch.

Qin Yanxi was washing dishes in the kitchen.

Guan Lang carefully patrolled the courtyard wall to see if there were any other traces of rat holes.

After a careful search, a fist-sized rat hole was found in the corner of another flower bed.

It's so rampant, these rats. Guan Lang was annoyed.

Living on the first floor, this is very bad, and there are a lot of haunting mice.

Rats have strong teeth and grow very fast, so they will grind their teeth by gnawing on things to keep them from closing their mouths, and they can even grind a hole in the concrete wall.

Therefore, even if Guan Lang fills the rat hole with cement, it can only be used for a while.

I guess we still have to buy some rat cages and rat traps to exterminate them.

Guan Lang sat down under the pavilion after patrolling.

The wooden benches in the pavilion were cold and comfortable.

So Wu Yazhen did not go back to her room, but sat under the pavilion to write the 21st Century Student English Newspaper, which is her homework today.

A large watermelon had just been taken out of the water in the tank, and Guan Lang sliced the watermelon with a kitchen knife.

There were three people in the family, and they couldn't dig and eat with a spoon in half.

"Thank you, cousin. Wu Yazhen took a slice of watermelon, writing homework while eating the melon gently.

"Oh, I suddenly remembered something, maybe I want to trouble my cousin. Wu Yazhen put down the pen and said.

"Hmm. Guan Lang wiped the watermelon juice from the corner of his mouth with a tissue. "What's the matter?"

"We have a parent-teacher conference on Thursday afternoon, will my cousin have classes at that time?" Wu Yazhen asked.

"I don't have classes on Thursday afternoon, so I have plenty of time, but it won't be inappropriate for me to hold a parent-teacher conference for you as a parent, right?" Guan Lang smiled.

Is this the first time in his life that he has been asked to attend a parent-teacher conference as a parent?

He used to be a student, and his parent-teacher conferences were usually scheduled within one to two weeks after the midterm exams.

That kind of activity really makes students anxious, even if they do well in the midterm exam, they have to worry about whether the teacher will make a small report with the parents.

I didn't expect him to attend such an event as a parent so early.

"I can only ask my cousin, let my parents come to Tiannan on a special trip to delay their work. ”

"That.... No problem, I'll be there on time. Guan Lang nodded a little excitedly.

He had always wondered what teachers would say to parents at parent-teacher conferences.

"Thank you, cousin, this is our teacher's schedule. Wu Yazhen took out a piece of paper from her schoolbag and handed it to Guan Lang.

Guan Lang took over the schedule.

After reading it roughly, I found that there were quite a few activities.

The speeches of the teachers of each subject, the speeches of outstanding students, the experience sharing of parents, and finally the parent-child game interaction between parents and students.

made Guan Lang, who originally thought he was going to listen to the teacher's speech, a little panicked.

"Cousin, you'd better prepare your lines in advance, and when the teacher picks them randomly, maybe he will click on your sharing. Wu Yazhen reminded.

"Huh?" Guan Lang's head was a little bigger, he hated trouble. "Don't prepare, parents of fifty students in a class will definitely not click on me, my luck has been good recently. ”

Besides, he, a twenty-one-year-old boy, where did he get his parents to share his experience, isn't this embarrassing for him?

The parents present can be his parents at all ages, right?

Qin Yanxi came out after washing the dishes and chopsticks, and also sat in the pavilion to eat watermelon together.

Watermelon soaked in tank water tastes better than watermelon refrigerated in the refrigerator, it is just the right amount of cold, refreshing and cool, and there is no string flavor in the refrigerator, and it tastes sweeter.

It's a pity that there is no well in the yard, if there is a well, cover the watermelon with a net, and then tie it with a rope and hang it into the well to soak it, and you can also recall the sweet memories of childhood.

In the afternoon, Wu Yazhen was going to class, and Qin Yanxi was going back to school to work, and suddenly Guan Lang was the only one left in the courtyard.

Guan Lang locked the door, rode a bicycle, wandered for a kilometer or two, and finally spent a few yuan on cement and sand at a building materials store, and another ten yuan on a trowel.

Two heavy plastic bags hung from the handlebars, and the bikes zigzagged down the alley back to the yard.

I found a piece of sand outside the yard, Guan Lang took a bucket of water out, and stirred a little cement on the spot.

A few children who were playing family games together nearby saw him mixing cement, thinking he was playing with sand, and they also came over, and a few pairs of big eyes looked at Guan Lang's work curiously.

"Brother, are you playing with the sand?" asked a little girl who was the first to pluck up her courage. "Can you add me to one? ”

"I don't play, my mom won't let me play with the sand!" the other boy shook his head and said with a serious face.

"I've stopped playing with sand for a long time, only children play with sand. Another fat boy expressed disdain for this childish behavior.

"I also want to play in the sand with my brother, it seems to be fun!" said a girl in a little black dress excitedly.

"Boring!"

"It's fun!"

“......”

A group of children are chattering and arguing.

Guan Lang heard a black line, he was doing his right thing, where did this group of bear children refresh it?

"My brother is at work, mixing cement, oh, not playing with sand. Guan Lang didn't want to be misunderstood by a few children, so he explained with a straight face.

"Cement?" The little girl in the black dress tilted her head, trying to find a memory of the word from her empty brain. “... Oh, so the big brother is playing with mud. I want to play too!"

"No, it's dirtier to play with mud, I don't play with it. ”

......

Guan Lang suddenly had a sense of powerlessness when Xiucai met Bing.

Sighing slightly, he simply didn't explain, and buried himself in his own business.

A few children shouted, chased and ran away.

Only the two little fan girls were still watching Guan Lang mix cement, with a look of eagerness, but Guan Lang didn't make a sound, and they didn't dare to interfere, so they squatted quietly next to them and watched.

Guan Lang mixed with cement and shook his head with some annoyance, all of which were caused by the E-class charm.

Usually it's just a matter of messing with flowers and grass, but now even four or five-year-old bear children can toss a group.

Guan Lang carried a small bucket and went into the yard to fill in the rat holes, and by the way, smoothed out some small pits on the ground around him.

Qianqiu looked at the newly filled cement and poked out its claws, only to be gently patted by Guan Lang, and it immediately retracted its claws.

This thing also looks like a two-legged treasure, and it can't be touched.

It slipped to the side and continued to pull out the weeds that emerged from the cracks in the bricks.

The two-legged beast can't help it, but it can still handle the weeds.

After Guan Lang plugged the rat hole with cement, and then looked at the details on the system panel, the hygiene index of the yard had indeed improved from 30 to 60.