The bamboo here is a new variety that the family has cultivated over several generations, as a tool for making and as a raw material for a special type of paper.

They grow extremely fast and are very insensitive to temperature, making them hardly affected by the heat or winter.

The only thing this bamboo needs is sunlight and moisture, and as long as these two points are met, they will grow at an alarming rate.

"Let's go somewhere else."

A kid named Bean Bao said.

In such cold weather, standing in the snow and watching others chop bamboo is obviously not a fun thing.

"Why do they always come and cut bamboo lately?"

Lin Jiu was worried about the encroachment of his territory.

"Ah, wasn't it snowing the last time they came?"

Doubao has no concept of time, in his mind, no snow is summer, and snow is winter, and the time between summer and winter is about a year.

With a bang, Lin Jiu punched the bean bag.

He deliberately picked the back to hit, and the voice was loud, but in fact, Doubao didn't feel anything, and still looked at Lin Jiu with a smirk.

Lin Congfeng sighed helplessly and said:

"Bean Bao, this snow fell three days ago, and the last time I cut bamboo was last week."

"Oh."

Originally, Doubao was going to say that a week is also a long time, but when he saw Lin Jiu's eyes, he held back stiffly, and could only answer one word oh.

"Jiu'er, but what Doubao said is right, let's go play somewhere else."

When Lin Jiu was angry, only Lin Congfeng dared to talk to him without care, and Lin Jiu would not be mad.

"Okay."

Sure enough, Lin Jiu agreed to Lin Congfeng's suggestion without thinking about it.

However, when the friends all turned to leave, Lin Jiu leaned over and grabbed a large handful of snow and began to pinch the snow ball.

After the snow ball was pinched, Lin Jiu took a deep breath and threw the snow ball at the adults who were working.

The snow struck a graceful arc through the air, hitting one of the clansmen on the head.

Lin Jiu has a lot of experience in snowball fights, especially the accuracy of the snow group, in this situation of not being disturbed, he can almost hit every shot.

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the clansmen, Lin Jiu laughed and ran away, of course the friends knew what Lin Jiu was doing, and they ran forward while laughing.

They don't want to be caught, and no matter what the punishment is, it's certainly not fun.

The adults spotted the children, laughing and scolding, and at the same time laughing at the unlucky ones who had been hit.

"It must be a good thing that Lin Jiu, this stinky boy, did."

"Do you need to ask if you hit so accurately?"

"You said that Lao Haizi was unlucky, he was hit for the second time."

Obviously, this is not the first time that adults have been attacked, and it seems that Lin Jiu really cares about his territory very much.

The children ran for a long time and then stopped, and running in this situation was too physically demanding.

They bent over their hands on their knees, panting, gasping, and suddenly laughing together.

The world of children is very simple, they laugh when they are happy, cry when they are sad, and shout when they are not happy.

But this simplicity can become more complex and even difficult to understand with age.

When a person grows up, most of the time, he can't laugh when he's happy, can't cry when he's sad, and can't yell when he's not happy.

Some people call this a kind of growth, but in reality, it's just a kind of helpless sadness.

This point was only truly understood when Lin Jiu became the Nine Shadows.