Ten days after Xiaoqing left home, Xiao Ding Ding had a summer vacation.

After the summer vacation, Xiao Ding Ding started his own plan to pick cocks.

The flashlight is the kind that my sister left at home to charge, the light is strong, and it can be used for seven or eight hours on a single charge.

The bamboo basket is a bit old, and it has been used at home for many years. Little Tintin didn't have the money to buy a small backpack like a stilt, which was woven with braided belts of various colors, and it was light and dexterous to carry on his body.

Xiao Ding Ding asked the small back of the high pole for more than 30 yuan a piece, she had no money to buy it, and she was reluctant to spend so much money.

Little Tintin didn't have a small shovel like a tall pole, and the slender shovel with a short handle was easy to use. Little Ding Ding was reluctant to spend money on it, so she used her own scythe for mowing grass.

When Xiaoqing left home, he left a few hundred yuan for Xiao Ding Ding and his grandfather. Little Ding Ding didn't want to spend a penny, she wanted to earn money with her own labor. She wants her sister to know that she is also a capable child.

It rained during the night.

A rainy day makes little Tintin happy. The heavier the rain, the more cockfights will come out. Cockfighting cocks like humid climates, and even if it doesn't rain, it will be shriveled and shriveled even if it grows, and there is no good appearance.

The first time he went to the field to dig a cockfight, Xiao Ding Ding was a little worried and a little excited, and he lay on the bed and tossed and turned for a long time without falling asleep.

At night, little Ding Ding dreamed that the grass on the Cheche Mountain was full of fighting cocks, so big and delicate that her basket could not fit it. Little Tintin woke up laughing from his dream.

Little Tintin looked out the window, the rain had stopped. There are still water dripping at the eaves of the house. Look at the alarm clock, it's just a little past four.

Little Tintin couldn't sleep, so she got up and looked through the fairy tale books that her sister had left her. After flipping through a few pages, Xiao Ding Ding got up and cooked when he had the heart to read it.

Xiao Ding Ding scooped the rice and put it in the inner bowl of the rice cooker. She put water in the pot, and she put her little hand in the pot so that the water covered the back of her hand. This is Xiaoqing's sue sù her, cooking with a rice cooker, and the water covers the back of her hand just right.

Young Tintin was already an expert at housework.

Bring your tools, push open the door of the courtyard, and the village is quiet. The moon was gone, and only a few stars twinkled in the sky. The wind blows after the rain, bringing a heavy dampness.

Little Ding Ding came to the fence outside the courtyard of the Seven Old Han's house and whispered outside the drainage ditch: "Qiuqiu, Qiuqiu, come out quickly." ”

With a whine, the ball crawled out of the gutter and circled around Little Tintin a few times.

"Let's go, Qiuqiu, let's go find the cockfighter!" Little Ding Ding turned on the flashlight and walked towards Cheche Mountain. Her little feet in water boots left a trail of footsteps in the village with the sound of water.

The trail was a little muddy, and the bushes and bushes were shadowed in the hazy morning light. Little Ding Ding was a little scared in his heart, and shone a flashlight around.

There was a rustling sound, and a small animal ran out of the bushes, its eyes shining in the light of a flashlight.

Little Tintin was startled and almost fell down the mountain road.

"Get out, get out of here!" Little Tintin shouted at the little thing. The guy jumped and ran away, and it turned out to be a little hare.

Little Ding Ding couldn't help laughing, and said that the rabbit was timid, and he was more timid than the rabbit.

Qiuqiu screamed and went after the hare, and little Tintin quickly called it back.

Little Tintin continued to walk up the hill with the ball, and after what had just happened, Little Tintin was no longer so scared.

The ball stopped on the edge of a cliff and screamed loudly.

That was the last time Liu Yishui's wife fell. There are two cockfighting cocks with open canopies growing side by side.

Little Tintin carefully lay down and hooked the two cockfighting cocks with a sickle. She was afraid that she would fall like Liu Yishui's wife.

After a long time, Xiao Ding Ding finally picked off the two fighting cocks. The two cockfighting cocks of that size almost occupy a small half of the basket.

"Yay, Qiuqiu, good." Little Tintin hugged Qiuqiu's head and kissed it.

Little Tintin played a flashlight and took the ball to the graveyard. Ordinary people don't dare to go there, but today with Qiuqiu with little Dingding, they are not so afraid.

Little Ding Ding went to the grave of the Seventh Old Lady first, where she had picked up a few cockfighting cocks last time.

The grave of the seventh old lady is overgrown with weeds, and the moss on the grave stone shows a moist green.

The last time I picked up the cockfighting, there were only some fresh soil prints that had been pried, but there was no fighting as Xiao Ding Ding expected. It seems that the stilt must have been here in the past two days. The last time she left behind the cockfighting that didn't grow up, she let Xiao Ding Ding pick it up, and she regretted it very much. Since then, as long as it is a cockfighting that she finds, whether it is grown up or not, she will pry them away.

Little Tintin sighed in disappointment and prepared to get up and leave.

Qiuqiu cried out at the other grave. Little Tintin ran over and found a few newly emerging cockfighting cocks there.

Little Tintin carefully dug them down with a sickle and put them in the basket.

Qiuqiu is really an expert in finding a fighting, and he took Xiao Ding Ding around Cheche Mountain to dig up more than a dozen fighting cocks. Little Tintin's basket is almost full.

When the sun came out, Little Tintin had already dug up a basket full of cockfights.

When Xiao Ding Ding walked back, he ran into a high pole in Wangjiagou.

"Little Ding Ding, you doll is really capable, you have picked up so many cockfighting cocks." Gao Shan looked at Xiao Ding Ding's basket full of fighting cocks, and he really regretted it to death. She complained a little that she was too lazy to sleep and let this little doll take the lead.

"Second Mom, you also come to pick up the cockfight. Hehe, you see I've picked up so many. Little Tintin shook the basket in his hand triumphantly.

"Yes, I quickly ate the food and sold it on the street. It can be sold for more than 100 yuan! ”

More than 100 yuan! Little Tintin didn't believe her ears, she never thought she would be able to make so much money on the first day.

"Go, Qiuqiu, go home. After selling the fighting, I will buy you ham sausages to eat. Thank you so much for today. ”

Little Ding Ding happily ran home with the basket, humming "The Little Girl Picking Mushrooms" as she ran: "The little girl who picks mushrooms, carrying a big bamboo basket on her back, walks all over the forest and hills with bare feet in the early morning......"

"This guy is carrying a ball. I said how could she be so bold and dare to get up so early to find the cockfighter. The tall pole looked at the back of little Tintin and said.

Back at home, grandpa Wang Silin had already gotten up. Xiaoqing is gone, and Xiao Ding Ding is so small, he can't wait for others to take care of him.

"Grandpa, look, I picked up so many cockfighting cocks." Little Ding Ding put the basket in front of Wang Silin.

"Little Dingding, you got up so early and ran to pick up the cockfighter." Looking at Xiao Dingding's muddy water, Wang Silin was surprised and distressed.

"Grandpa, we can buy meat to eat after we sell the cockfighting. My sister has been gone for so many days, and we haven't bought meat to eat. ”

"Okay, let's buy meat to eat. You hurry up and change your clothes, eat and go to the street to sell cockfights. Wang Silin spoke, but there were uncontrollable tears in his eyes.

This little Ding Ding and Xiao Qing are both sensible children. Why is Haiqing, the son of a thief turtle, not at home! How could this phoenix be willing to leave these two children behind! Just let such a child suffer with him, and even eating a meal of meat is a luxury!