The little boy was a little frustrated and closed the door.

"This is the clothes that my mother helped me mend the day before yesterday, and they are torn again today, how can I explain this?" At this time, he cried helplessly in his heart, looking at his white two-petaled buttocks, and his little face was hot for a while.

Crunch!

With the help of the wind, the door struggled to the sides.

"Hey, isn't Xiao Xiao back?" said her mother's voice.

Lie's heart suddenly chuckled.

"It's over, it's going to be discovered!" I wailed in my heart, and then I could only accept my fate!

"Xiaojiao, you little rabbit, I feel like put away the clothes outside, don't let the wind blow away, otherwise you will run bare-bottomed from tomorrow!"

Daddy still has this temperament, don't say anything, just arrange it!

When he heard this, Xiao Huo froze for a moment, and then ecstasy.

"It's really an endless road! You can come whatever you want!"

"Okay!" replied cheerfully.

"Why is this kid so motivated today!" the father muttered, without thinking too much.

Covering his buttocks, the little boy ran out lightly, and after a while, there was a bunch of clothes in his hands, which was not tall, and the clothes were not only him, so the clothes almost buried the entire small figure.

I moved my clothes into the house, put them on the kang, and soon found my own set.

With his hands and feet quickly taking off his clothes and putting on new ones, the little boy's heart suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The next thing to do is to mend the torn clothes.

However, at this point in time, it was already meal, and it was too late to do this, so the little boy could only give up and neatly fold the clothes he had taken from outside and put them in the cupboard.

Gollum, Gollum...

It was only then that the little boy remembered the protest of his stomach.

"Look for anything to eat?" Actually, you don't have to look for it, because the room is so big, and the only place to put things is the stove.

There is only a big iron pot on the stove, the mouth of the pot is about the same size as the grinding plate, whether it is stir-fried or stewed, it is used, and there is a board next to it that is specially used for cutting vegetables, and there is a small porcelain jar on the board that is used to put fermented seeds, a kitchen knife, and a small knife with a sharp edge. That's all the stuff on the stove! If you want to find something, you can only find it in the big iron pot.

Near the stove, the fire under the stove is still steaming, and it seems that the stomach problem has been settled. However, compared to a five- or six-year-old boy, the pot on the stove is not something that can be touched if you want to.

Stepping on the stool, the little boy touched the lid of the pot about the same height as himself, and the lid was still slightly hot at this time, but on the way, the little boy accidentally touched the edge of the pot, and the hot iron sheet made the little boy quickly shake his hand, and without even looking at the situation of his hand, the little boy stretched out his hand again, this action was obviously very skilled, it seems that this kind of thing is not the first time he has been in contact.

When the lid of the pot was lifted, the entire lid directly covered the entire small figure, and only the lid could be seen moving. The moment the lid of the pot was lifted, all the steaming heat in the big iron pot came out, but fortunately, the lid covered the whole figure, otherwise the heat was enough for people to stand it.

Putting the lid of the pot aside, I saw at a glance that there was a big bowl of yellow and clear rice in the pot, the whole bowl was about two-thirds the size of the little boy's entire face, and there were fried pickles next to it, and the rich taste hit the taste buds, and the little boy couldn't hold back his saliva.

Take out the food in the iron pot on tiptoe, no, it should be said that you take it out by hand, the rice bowl at this time is actually the same temperature as the iron pot, and you can only use the lightning speed to take it out to ensure that your hands will not be burned.

Quickly found a piece of cloth, separated his hand from the rice bowl, and put the bowl in both hands on the dining table in the middle of the room.

Yikes!

At this time, with a comfortable hiccup, the little boy felt very comfortable. It would be impossible to get another night's sleep.

But apparently now is not the time. I cleaned up my dishes and chopsticks, found clean water, washed them and put them on the stove. Putting the lid back in place, the little boy walked out of the room.

At this time, the parents prepared the whole grass for the cattle and sheep, and the cattle and sheep in the shed were already hungry at this time.

Following the position of the cow and sheep, the little boy walked over with small steps and saw his parents who were busy.

A few years have passed, and the appearance of the two has not changed much, and this is what the little boy remembers.

But for others, the young couple is still young, and even the years have not left too many traces on their bodies. In comparison, they are becoming more and more proficient in farm work, and their grain production is increasing year by year, and now they have become one of the most productive farmers in the nearby farmland.

The neighbors in the neighborhood are also very envious, but they also know that this kind of thing cannot be envied.

When the sky was still hazy, while others were still asleep, they had already begun to work in the fields, and the crops of other people's homes would have some sparse grass, but there was not the slightest trace of them in their fields. Almost every other month, the soil in the fields is renovated.

It is an indisputable fact that you get what you get for your hard work.

The grass in the field is cut down, it will not be wasted, it will become fodder for cattle and sheep, and at this time, you can see a hay stack about as high as a roof outside the shed, and the tip of the grass is also an existence that can only be looked up to for the little boy, even the father and mother have to hold the tools to get it.

Under the hay stack is a couple, one holding a small bundle of grass, one holding a guillotine, when the guillotine opens and closes, there will always be neat and uniform length of hay coming out of the guillotine, just like a machine.

Then the little boy went to the haystack, found a basket almost as high as himself, stuffed it with hay, dragged the rope on the basket, barely lifted the basket, and walked to the cattle and sheep shed. As soon as I entered the cattle and sheep shed, my brain was buzzing with the calls of the cattle and sheep in the shed.

"Eat, eat! it's like a starving ghost!" muttered, but the filling action in his hand never stopped.

With the arrival of forage, the whole world fell silent, and only the sound of cows and sheep munching was left in the shed.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, the little boy's ass was pushed up, and a small snow-white goat appeared behind the little boy's buttocks, and at the same time pushed the little boy with his own head. The little goat was about the size of a little boy, a snow-white goat hair was particularly eye-catching, a small and delicate head, two horns the length of a palm on his head crooked back, a small goatee on his chin, and ears about the size of a little boy's palm. And the cochlea is facing forward, and the back of the ear is facing backward.

After arching the little boy for a moment, the little goat felt that it was not interesting, and began to tilt his head to look at the basket in the little boy's hand, which simply meant where my food had gone.

There is a sense of questioning. In fact, the little boy protected his ass for the first time, and the shadow given to the little boy here is not small, and although the horns of this little goat are not very big, they are just as sharp, and it is an unusual feeling to poke it on the buttocks.

Looking at the little goat's look at this time, the little boy was almost laughed at angrily.

"Is it reasonable to stab someone's buttocks?" The unconvinced little boy suddenly made a move, trying to grab the pair of horns on the head of the little goat, but before his hand could touch the goat's hair, there was no trace of the little goat in front of him, so the little boy had to pounce.

Turning around, he saw that the little goat was already standing behind him, and he tilted his head again, as if to ask, "You still want to do something to me?" and his expression was full of mockery.

Seeing the little goat that he had killed with his head tilted again, the little boy suddenly became angry.

"You little thing, you mock me, I'm afraid you haven't seen how good I am!" the little boy rolled up his cuffs, his legs slightly bent, ready to pounce on the damn little goat at any moment.

Perhaps feeling a little tired of maintaining one position, the little goat turned his head to the other side and continued to tilt his head.

This is simply unbearable for the little boy, and the aunt can't bear it, so she decisively pounced on the little goat.

But the little goat would give him this opportunity, and he turned around and aimed his ass at the little boy, and when he saw that the little boy was about to pounce on him, the little goat raised his right hind hoof.

But there was no sound behind him.

"Hey, little sample, here me again!" The little boy clasped his hands to his chest, playfully looked at the little goat that looked cute but pretended to have a bad stomach, and laughed proudly.

However, the little goat replied to him with only a slightly innocent look and a tilted head as always, and he did not feel the slightest surprise at such a result.

It looked like a fool.

The little boy suddenly felt that his IQ had been insulted.

"Baba, do you know where this grass can be found?" Then a small grass appeared in the little boy's hand, and this little grass was different from the grass on the haystack outside. The grass on the haystack is the kind of slender leaves, some of the leaves can grow to a height of one or two meters long, most of them are grass stems, which do not contain a lot of water, and sometimes have a smell of grass. But the little grass was only the size of two palms of the little boy, and it was very fluffy, and the shape of the leaves was about the same as the shape of the fingers, and each leaf was like a small water bladder, and the length was extraordinarily crystalline, as if it was about to burst out of the water.

In fact, the moment he saw this little grass, a different look appeared in the little goat's eyes, and his head was not crooked.

"Bah!···"

A hurried cry came from the mouth of a little goat. Through its eyes, it was full of the figure of the little grass.