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After the family fell asleep, Tian Qingqing tiptoed out of bed, picked up half of the cornmeal nest prepared for dinner, and flashed into the space.

Tian Qingqing settled in the hall. Open the door of the north house and look out, wow! The corn sown yesterday at noon had already drilled out of the ground more than two inches high and spread out two young leaves. Looking down the ridge, the oil is yellow and tender green, neatly like a rope marked with a dotted seed.

It seems that one day outside, seven days in space, is not false at all. Fifteen days to harvest a crop of corn, about to become a reality.

Tian Qingqing danced happily, and had the idea of rolling a few times on the spot.

Sad! The soul of a twenty-nine-year-old adult has the physical nature of a child. No wonder people say that close to Zhu Zhechi, it has only been how long he has traveled to a seven-year-old child, and his sensibility has been assimilated by him.

"Wang'er, Wang'er."

The little black dog came to her side at some point, wagged his tail, jumped and barked around her, looking affectionate. No one would have thought that it was once a dying creature that was still staggering last night.

It's a great space to save lives!

"Little black dog, you're hungry, give it." Tian Qingqing broke off a small piece of half of the nest head he had brought and put it in front of it.

Who knows, the little black dog just sniffed it, and then raised his head, and didn't mean to eat at all.

"It's been a day (although it's seven days outside, but physiologically, Tian Qingqing hasn't felt ** at all, so she is still used to using the time outside.) Aren't you hungry? Or do you eat it until it's chewed? Tian Qingqing said to the little black dog: "You are already a good puppy, you can't just let people chew and eat." Grandpa Mao said, 'Eating people's chewed buns has no taste', do you know?! Today is still a net cornmeal nest, which is much better than yesterday's vegetable nest. ”

The little black dog didn't pay attention to Tian Qingqing's words, jumped a few times, and ran up the road upside down.

"Looks like I'm not hungry."

Tian Qingqing picked up the small piece of nest head that was thrown on the ground, put it on the east windowsill with the one in his hand, and walked towards the pool in the direction of the little black dog.

She wanted to see the fish in the pool.

There are more fish in the pool (in fact, they have grown up), and they are densely packed, almost one after the other. In the past two days, I've only used my ability to catch fish in the pit, and it looks like I'm going to have to get it from here. Otherwise, the fish here will not be able to move.

Tian Qingqing was thinking about it, but a miracle appeared in front of him:

The little black dog was lying on the edge of the pool and looking into the water, and suddenly his mouth poked into the water, and a small fish about three inches long was held in his mouth. The little fish opened its mouth, flicked its tail, and struggled violently in its mouth.

The little black dog didn't care about the struggling little fish and the stunned Tian Qingqing, walked to the edge of the cornfield with his mouth, and ate it "click".

"It's strange that I have to eat the nest, it turns out that I found food." Seeing this, Tian Qingqing suddenly became happy: "It's good to do this, so I don't have to worry about you." It also saves food. Now there is little food at home, and there are fish. Wherever there is water, there are fish, so take some of them in and make sure you can't eat them all. What's more, I'm worried that the fish can't fit in the pool! ”

Tian Qingqing suddenly felt that the burden on her shoulders was much lighter.

"Little black dog, how did you get out?"

Tian Qingqing suddenly remembered that it was locked in the East Cross Courtyard (let's call it the East Cross Courtyard) last night, when and how did it come out?

Tian Qingqing looked up at the east door and found that it was still well closed. I walked over and looked, and the chaimen was intact. It doesn't seem to have come out of the door.

Tian Qingqing looked at the fence walls on both sides of the Chaimen again, and found that not far from the south side of the Chaimen, a small hole was arched in the fence wall, which was the kind that squeezed the two wooden sticks to the side.

"So you're still a little saboteur?!"

Tian Qingqing squatted down and stroked the little black dog, and then merged the two wooden sticks in the middle, restoring it to its original appearance. Then open the wood door and let the little black dog come and go freely. - Anyway, it's just a small animal here, and it can "break" the fence wall to escape, and it makes no sense to close the firewood door.

After playing with the little black dog for a while, Tian Qingqing felt a little sleepy, so she went to sleep on the bed~ in the east room.

When I woke up, I knew it was still early, and I didn't know what to do. Suddenly I felt that I had nothing to do, and I felt uncomfortable idle:

The corn seedlings came out, and the spacing between the rows of the plants was uniform, there was no shortage of seedlings, and there was no need for a seedling (interseedling), there were no weeds, and there was no need to hoe the ground. I can only wait for the harvest in anticipation.

The little black dog found food on its own, so there was no need to worry about it.

And then there is the equipment of the East Cross Hospital. At the moment, I don't have the ability, and I can't tell my parents, so I can only wait for the opportunity to develop and use it as I encounter.

I didn't dare to open my mother's mouth when it came to making shoes. The family is so busy, it's all a matter of urgency. I do needlework by myself and am a layman, and I have to learn little by little, and if I am in a hurry, it will increase the burden on my mother.

So what should we do? Is such a rich time wasted like this?

Tian Qingqing thought about it, there was really nothing to do, so he left the space very regretfully, returned to his small bed, and waited for the dawn.

The seven-year-old girl caught a big fish weighing more than three catties, and it spread in Tianjiazhuang. A few days ago, she put her hand into the boiling oil pot without any damage, and the adults passed her on as a "prodigy", and the children worshipped her. The children who had drunk the space water then publicized the "sweet water", and the preschool children on the entire eighth and ninth teams all came to play in the yard. Some of the ten teams also came. The yard was full of children.

Those who come are all guests, and Tian Qingqing is all entertained by space water. After drinking a basin, Tian Qingqing locked himself in the house, and then made a basin in the space......

Although there are many children, they still find their own "groups" to play. A group of five, a group of five, distributed in the yard.

Some of the boys play the glass ball, and some pick the apricot core (dig a small pit in the ground, put the apricot core inside, and use a small round discus (commonly known as an iron stone) to pick out, and whoever pulls it out will belong to whom. Some of them skim the stone (small discus: the person participating in the game stands on a horizontal line, the first person throws his own stone, and the others use their own stone to skim the first person, and the one who skims the first person wins. ), beating (putting a bird on the ground and beating it with a whip or a wooden stick).

The girls were playing shuttlecocks, jumping houses, and picking up stones in groups of five.

Tian Qingqing saw that everyone was playing, so he called Tian Youqiu and Tian Youchun, and said to them with Tian Miaomiao on their backs: "There is not much firewood in our house, and the red thorns are still quite wet and cannot be burned." Let's take advantage of this to go to the woods to the west and pick up some dry sticks, and if we don't pick them up, they won't burn. ”

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