She secretly played with her mobile phone, usually there were people at home, and she didn't dare to take out her mobile phone, because this thing didn't fit this era, and she also bought a mobile phone case to decorate the mobile phone.

Hey, I really want to buy a few laptops and take them down by myself to see what they are made of.

Or would she make a workshop and not allow anyone but her to enter?

Now that I have studied computer science, I want to know what parts the host is made of, down to the smallest part.

The Zhaojiacun Brigade has entered the autumn harvest state.

In late August, when the first rice planted was ready to be harvested, the villagers began to get busy.

When they saw the recovered paddy, the villagers were happy.

This year, the fields were divided into households, and the grain returned from the harvest was handed over to the public grain, and the rest was all theirs.

At this time, the children and the elderly in the family came to help.

Captain Zhao and Zhao's mother also go to the field early in the morning every day to cut rice and harvest rice, the two of them move more slowly, but at the same time, they don't have much field.

On the contrary, it is Zhao Tianxiang's family, because they also planted the fields of Zhao Tianlei's family of four, and they also have a lot of fields in their own homes.

The whole family went to the field together.

is Xiaomao, who has to follow the field, carrying a basket to pick up rice ears, and drying rice at home is staring at Sanya, with a clear division of labor.

Here in Kyoto.

"Do you know, you are still young, and it takes more effort to teach you?"

Dabao Xiaobao stared at the lesbian in front of her, not knowing what she wanted to do?

Why stand in their way.

Before, grandma was here in Kyoto, and she always picked them up to go to Wu Lao.

Now the two of them go to Wu Lao's place together and go home together.

"Who are you?"

Who is she asked?

Obviously they met a few days ago, okay?

A little kid is a little kid, and it's not cute at all.

"You don't need to know who I am, I just want to tell you that you are a burden, if it weren't for your parents catching up with Wu Lao, you think Wu Lao would teach you two little radish heads."

Dabao slightly understood.

Xiaobao seemed to know whether to understand or stare at each other.

Can you stop them, they want to go home.

Mom told them not to talk to strangers, not to eat strangers' things, not to let strangers come close, and if these situations occur, immediately call people and ask for help from people nearby.

"Are you jealous of us?"

Sincerity is often the most poignant.

These words made Wu Xiaoyue angry.

Eat one's heart out?

It's a joke, isn't it?

Even if it was really a joke, Wu Xiaoyue didn't want to admit this fact.

Why?

Why would an uncle and grandfather rather teach two children than teach her?

They are related by blood.

And these two little kids have nothing to do with their uncle and grandfather.

Dabao stared at the other party with disdain, jealousy, and viciousness, and subconsciously took a step back.

What is this man trying to do?

Should he ask for help?

"Brother, let's go home." There was something strange about this man, and he stopped them and didn't let them go home.

Such people are very annoying.

Dabao nodded, and was about to take his younger brother's little hand and leave the other party, but someone grabbed his clothes.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going home." Xiaobao said very firmly.

This person is nasty, why don't you let them go home?

Is this person a bad person?

Mom said that bad people don't have the word bad guy written on their faces.