Obviously, relying on tools can greatly improve production efficiency, but because of the young and weak force, I can't use tools, and I can only rely on my own hands to face the loess and turn my back to the sky, which is really sad.

A lightweight shovel suitable for children, she has it, plastic texture, not only light, but also strong.

It fell into the hole and was not brought out.

They didn't allow her to bring.

Yi Yue doesn't have most of the common sense of this era, but she can also infer one thing from a series of behaviors such as the captain changing clothes, hiding weapons, and even removing the light brain ring: they can't expose the fact that they are aliens in front of the aborigines.

The subordinates were doing physical work, and the little arms that had not been exercised began to ache, and the little ones who had been working hard to dig the soil suddenly laughed.

Laughing because it's amazing to think that you're one of the aliens too, and it makes you feel like you're about to fly.

She swelled.

I just don't know if there are aliens in her original world who do all kinds of disguises, hide their identities, and don't let themselves be discovered.

Maybe the uncle who can't scan the code on the side of the road and uses ten and Alipay to collect money is from an alien.

Thinking so crankily, I don't get too tired from work.

The child was so absorbed in her efforts that she could not even be distracted by the adults who walked behind her from time to time.

Waiting for Yi Yue to dig a hole, she opened the paper bag, sprinkled seeds the size of her fingers into it, and as soon as she buried it, she was pulled by the collar and picked it up.

It felt so familiar, and as soon as she looked up, she saw the captain's face, close enough to see the stubble growing from the beard on his mouth.

It was only a moment, and Izuki was carried to the captain's side.

When she was digging a pit slowly, Zhan Changran not only loosened the ground, but also raised a ditch.

"I've got a lot of it here." Zhan Changran suddenly said to her, looking at the little thing's blank face, and added with some discomfort: "I'll use it for you." ”

Yi Yue's face was still stained with dirt, and she looked at him, and she smiled a big way.

The captain's mental arithmetic ability is very strong, but she has seen him analyze the number of days that the remaining materials can support without thinking, and she has also seen how he can work in vain without the help of tools to get the right amount of food.

Seeing that she couldn't do the work, I helped her do it, and she was hard-mouthed.

It's kind of cute.

"Dad, how old are you?" The child stood still, looking straight at him, his little voice soft, like a colorless cloud crashing into his ears.

Although the cub was still a prisoner, it didn't prevent him from telling her this non-classified information.

Zhan Changran spit out lightly: "More than seventy." ”

Yi Yue crossed her fingers and mentally calculated that the difference between the two was more than fifty years old, and he was able to be her grandfather at the age when she actually asked her to call her father, so that one could take advantage of it.

He should be called Old Daddy.

Thinking like this, I couldn't help but squint and smile, and my cheeks were pink with happiness.

The tender little face suddenly warmed, and the soil was wiped off by the old father's outstretched fingers.

There was no ash on the face of the adult, but there was no smile either.

Although she didn't smile, she saw some tenderness.

"Daddy." She shouted again, gesturing to the ground.

"You're doing it so fast, you're so powerful." Izuki boasted from the bottom of her heart.

The little guy saw that the empty vegetable patch that had been sorted out not only had a specially dug ditch, but also a good long, which was a very beautiful trapezoid.

The speed and quality of this work are comparable to that of a tiller, and the captain is definitely a leader in the field of agricultural production with human labor.

The adult turned around unmoved, brought out a lot of small seedlings from the corner of the shade, squatted down and bent over to plant them one by one.

Zhan Changran would cut some crops every day when he was free, water them and put them in a place where the sun could not shine, and it didn't take long for them to show their vitality and take root.

The trays for planting seedlings were all worn-out clay containers, which he made a wooden frame and stacked neatly.