The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

She can't eat any crab now.

Jiang Eryan circled around the little crab, not knowing how to put his mouth.

Jiang Shuo saw the two little turtles looking at each other at the little crab, and coughed lightly, trying to enhance his sense of existence.

"Eating crabs is a bit too difficult for you now, and when you grow up, you'll know how to eat them......"

Jiang Er was hard to understand.

If you want to grow up, you have to eat more.

Only the most edible baby turtles are eligible to eat crabs.

This little crab was raised by Jiang Luoluo in the water tank in the yard.

Anyway, it is also the trophy brought back by the baby turtles from their first predation, which is worth remembering.

The next day, Jiang Luoluo and Jiang Shuo did not take the little turtle to the lake or sand as usual.

They solemnly announced to the turtles a new itinerary for the day: a day trip to the cemetery.

Bai Ruo blinked his beanie eyes in confusion.

What a strange turtle tradition!

Jiang Shuo cleared his throat and told the little turtles about the origin of this tradition-

"When Grandpa Grandpa Ancestral Turtle and Grandma Ancestral Turtle traveled to the human race, they found that the big family had the custom of going to the ancestral hall to offer incense to the ancestors and enter the family tree for the newborn cubs of that year. It is said that this ritual is very beneficial for family inheritance......"

"After three months of careful discussion within the clan, our Xuan Turtle clan decided to learn from this model, after all, the history of our Xuan Turtle can be traced back to ancient times, and such a long heritage of the Turtle Clan must be continued......

Jiang Shuo chirped and turned the little turtles into a piece of mosquito coil eyes.

What incense, what genealogy, what history......

This is really super for the little turtles who only bask in the sun, paddle in the water, and eat small fish in their minds!

After Jiang Shuo finished speaking, he also quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned his head to Jiang Luoluo and whispered, "How is it, I didn't make a mistake just now, right?" I stayed up all night memorizing the lesson plans left by the elders. ”

Jiang Luoluo gave him an encouraging look.

That's right, great!

Jiang Shuo wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, hey, he felt that he could do it in other classes.

Only this history lesson, he didn't understand much when he learned it, let alone tell the little turtles now.

He glanced at the dazed little turtles without a trace, but the long list he had just made should be enough to fool the little turtles.

Even if he accidentally made a mistake, no turtle should be able to hear it.

Jiang Shuo confidently straightened his chest.

In a small turtle with confused eyes, Jiang Shuo unexpectedly met Bai Ruo's sober black bean eyes.

He was immediately taken aback.

Grandpa Ancestral Turtle, why didn't this little turtle get stunned at all.

Bai Ruo looked at Jiang Shuo's startled appearance and calmly sharpened his claws.

Isn't it just to worship the genealogy of the ancestors?

She understands.

Although it is strange to place this ceremony in a cemetery, it is not very different.

After all, the ancestors were lying in the ground.

Half an hour later, Bai Ruo fell into a stupor at the entrance of the cemetery with a flowery abstract stone tablet that resembled children's graffiti.

Jiang Shuo was talking to the little turtles.

"Look, this stone tablet is the genealogy of our Xuangui clan, and I remember that the mark I left back then is in the ......"

Jiang Shuo looked at the high stone monument from above, and from below to above.

Even his eyes were sour, and he didn't see the traces he had left.

Jiang Luoluo looked at him jumping up and down in a hurry, and touched his chin leisurely.

"Last time, I heard the elders say that there was a batch of clay used by the little turtles to press their claws back then, and there was a lack of materials in the production, which caused the paw prints left by the small turtles to be waterproof, and they were directly washed away by a heavy rain......

"Could it be that you're one of those unlucky turtles?"

"Huh? How so! ”

Jiang Shuo hugged the stone tablet and let out a wail of grief.

"Then in the vast history of our Xuan Turtle Clan, isn't there an important turtle like me?"

"The history of our turtle clan is incomplete!"

Jiang Luoluo moved his lips, "That won't have such a big impact......

Her voice was extremely soft, causing Jiang Shuo not to hear it for the first time.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

Jiang Luoluo shook his head quickly, it was rare to see Jiang Shuo so sad, she would be kind today and stop hitting him.

Bai Ruo looked up at the messy stone tablet and forcibly held back the twitching corners of his mouth.

This—This turned out to be a family tree!

The so-called upper genealogy is that every little turtle comes here to press a paw print?

It's really a different kind of turtle customs.

Bai Ruo sighed leisurely.

Then, Jiang Luoluo took out jars of colorful ink clay and lined them up in front of the little turtles.

"Pick your favorite color and press the claws."

The little turtles each picked a favorite color, stepped into the jar with one paw of curiosity, and then crawled slowly towards the stone tablet.

Bai Ruo looked at the jar that had become crooked and unrecognizable in the blink of an eye, carefully picked a dark green color that was still intact, and went to find a suitable place on the stone stele.

As the turtles crawled, the mud had already left a sinuous color trail behind them.

When they chose their favorite position and took a small paw print, the claw print was even more blurry and casual.

This is the origin of the colorful "genealogy" of the turtle family.

It is the history created by instinct when every little turtle is still ignorant when it is still young.

Jiang Shuo looked at the traces left by the little turtles enviously, and couldn't help muttering, "I also want to keep a claw......

Jiang Luoluo glanced at him obliquely, "The paw prints pressed by the little turtle are interesting and cute." As for you, according to your current body shape, how can you still see it with one paw? ”

Jiang Shuo muttered unconvinced, "I can just poke it lightly with my fingertips." ”

Jiang Luoluo looked at him with tears and smiles, Jiang Shuo has lived for hundreds of years, how can he still be like a little turtle.

She said helplessly: "If you really want to, just try it." ”

Jiang Shuo suddenly seemed to have Shang Fang's sword, and immediately turned into a prototype, crawling like a stone tablet with his head held high.

After pressing their claws, the little turtles gave him a place to make room for a turtle.

Jiang Shuo cautiously glued some of the remaining red ink, and pressed it to the stone tablet with his fingertips.

"Poof."

The sharp tips of the nails poked a small hole directly into the stone.

Jiang Shuo was stunned for a moment, and retracted his hand decisively, wanting to act as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Luoluo couldn't help but laugh out loud behind him.

Jiang Shuo turned his head, "Jiang Luoluo, did you guess it earlier." ”

"Hahahahaha." Jiang Luoluo smiled directly and bent over.

"Jiang Shuo, you don't want to think about how good the nails of an adult turtle are, how dare you poke on the family tree like this."

Jiang Shuo's face was angry and bitter, if he let the elders know about the good deeds he had done, he would definitely be scolded again.

Bai Ruo looked at the farce in front of him and once again affirmed his thoughts in his heart.

Jiang Shuo, the unlucky turtle, doesn't seem to be very smart.

At this time, under a tombstone not far from the stele, there was a sudden sound of rustling.

All the baby turtles unconsciously quieted down.

Bai Ruo stared at the direction where the voice came from, shook his paws, and countless cemetery legends appeared in his mind like a lantern.

A turtle shadow that was several times larger than Jiang Shuo's prototype, like a hill, slowly crawled out from under the tombstone.

Bai Ruo's eyes widened suddenly, and the whole turtle froze.

Fraud, fraud!

Bai Ruo's heartbeat was about to stop.

Could it be that Jiang Shuo poked a hole in the "genealogy" and directly angered the ancestor of the turtle clan?!

Bai Ruo turned his head to look at Jiang Shuo, the culprit, but saw that he didn't show any panic, but there was a hint of surprise between his eyebrows.

"Grandma Ancestral Turtle, your hibernation is over, do you sleep soundly this night......"

Jiang Shuo was like a cheerful junior, happily greeting towards the hill-like turtle shadow.

Bai Ruo listened to the voice in his ears in a trance.

Hibernation?

Hibernate in a cemetery?