"I guess I want to play too, aren't many children organizing tug-of-war competitions there by themselves after the game is over?"

"Brother Chu, you think too much, how old were those children just now? The youngest is three years old, and the oldest is ten years old, a little older than Ah Jing, and it is normal for them to know how to play with these. But how old are the little buns and the little dumplings, the little children who are a few months old, where do they know so much, at most, there are so many people just now, and they just have fun. ”

"Oh? Are you so sure? Then I'm going to give it a try. Liang Hanchu raised his eyebrows.

He walked over, picked up Xiao Baozi and let Xiao Baozi lie down, and then went over to hug Xiao Tuanzi and let Xiao Tuanzi lie down.

The two little babies thought that their father was going to play with them, and they laughed happily on their stomachs.

Shen Yingyue was puzzled.

"Brother Chu, what are you going to do?"

"Don't you believe that the two of them want to play too? I'll prove it to you. Liang Hanchu walked to the cabinet, took out a rope that bundled fabric, and put one end in Xiao Baozi's hand, and the other end in Xiao Tuanzi's hand.

Shen Yingyue was dumbfounded this time.

Two month-old babies are really playing "tug-of-war" there, and their little hands are holding two ropes and pulling them to themselves.

The spine of the two babies is not hard enough, so they can't sit yet, but the tug-of-war appearance is really cute.

In the end, Xiao Baozi was stronger, and snatched the rope from Xiao Tuanzi's hand, and the little girl won, giggling and giggling there, but Xiao Tuanzi cried.

Hearing his brother crying, Xiao Baozi was puzzled, and he didn't even smile.

Children are very fond of learning, Shen Yingyue was afraid that Xiao Baozi would also learn to cry with Xiao Tuanzi, so she hurriedly picked up Xiao Tuanzi who was crying and coaxed her in her arms.

"Brother Chu, what bad idea you think, look at it, it makes the little group cry."

"How do I know?" Liang Hanchu picked up the little bun that was brewing emotions and was ready to cry with his younger brother, he still had a very bright smile on his face, like that, it was obvious that he was playing with his two babies.

Shen Yingyue looked at this playful father, and she was angry, she said a few more words to him, and went to nurse the child. It took a while to finally put the two babies to sleep.

In the next few days, Shen Yingyue and Liang Hanchu also organized a lot of activities in the village, including rope skipping competitions and shuttlecock kicking competitions.

This year passed in a festive and lively atmosphere, and the military households of the 100 households had a very unforgettable year. Moreover, the eight elites who were selected to the camp of General Lan Yu also wrote back, and Mu Baihu and his wife came to talk to Shen Yingyue and Liang Hanchu on the morning of receiving the letter.

The letter said that he would probably be able to go home before the Mid-Autumn Festival next year.

Although there are still seven or eight months to go, there is still hope, so the families of the eight elites are very happy, saying that when they wait for the Chinese New Year next year, they can reunite as a family and have such a lively and festive New Year.

Years later, the 100 households resumed their drills again.

Specifically, it is already a thousand households, after all, Liang Hanchu's current position is a thousand households, but the newly recruited military households have not yet come to the village.

In the past, there were more military households than peasant households, and there were more military fields than farmland.