The real daughter, Xiaotaotie, became popular in the entertainment industry

Chapter 466 Work Quickly and Well
Little Ganoderma rushed to answer: "I am the little baby of the Lin family~"

Little Taotie tilted her head to look at her, and imitated her answer: "I'm the little brother's..." Her little face flushed, and her little milk said softly, "Little baby~"

The old farmer looked at the little girl who was so shy and blushing, and then at the little girl who was full of pride and confidence, and was amused: "Whoever let it go, you are all little babies!"

Such a beautiful little child, whoever puts it in the house, everyone will like it!

The little Taotie looked at him quietly, seeing the rapeseed flowers on the old farmer's head swaying in the wind, he also shook his small body slightly, raised the corners of his mouth happily, his little face was still flushed.

"Grandpa, can I help you with your work?"

The old farmer was very surprised, and smiled: "Okay, then can you help me pull out the weeds?"

"Okay!" Little Taotie stood up straight, "I used to help grandpa with farm work in the village, and I am the best at pulling weeds!"

Seeing that Little Taotie had rushed to work in the field, Xiao Lingzhi quickly patted her chest, "Me! I can work too!"

The old farmer smiled and nodded: "Okay!"

Little Ganoderma lucidum ran into the field, she stretched out her hand to pull it out, but the little Taotie yelled, "Don't pull it out! It's Xiao Miaomiao!"

"Little Miaomiao?" Little Lingzhi scratched her head and smirked: "It looks like a weed."

"This one is green and pointed. This is a weed."

"Why do weeds grow better than small seedlings!"

"Weeds steal nutrients, and they are so powerful. Small seedlings can't grab them, so naturally they can't grow well without them!"

"Wow! Then I have to take a closer look, I can't pull it wrong!"

The two children were full of energy and started to work in the field.

The old farmer went home and brought a pot of mung bean soup and two handfuls of candy.

In fact, he didn't even think about letting the children do the work for him, but the children's eyes were shining brightly, looking at him full of expectation, so he had no choice but to assign some things to the children.

Cheng Lu saw the two children busy in the field. She doesn't know how to do farm work, but she can't be idle, so she pulled weeds with Xiao Taotie, and listened carefully to the little teacher, Xiao Taotie, so as not to make a mistake. .

"You must be tired, drink some mung bean soup and rest." The old farmer greeted.

Little Lingzhi didn't want to do it for a long time, but seeing the little Taotie was so serious, he didn't have the nerve to be lazy. Now that the old farmer said that he didn't need to do it, he was the first to run out of the ground, "I like mung bean soup the most!"

While they were drinking mung bean soup, a small truck drove in, and the driver greeted the old farmer: "The boss asked me to pick up the goods."

"Here we come!" The old farmer picked up the full bamboo basket and loaded it onto the cart.

The driver lit a cigarette and smoked it aside. He didn't mean to help, he was only responsible for driving.

Little Taotie put down the bowl in his hand, trotted over, and saw five bamboo baskets filled with fresh green leafy vegetables.

"Grandpa, do you have to load these into the car?"

The old farmer put a big bamboo basket on the cart, stood in front of the cart and wiped off his sweat, then nodded and replied, "These are just picked today, and they are the vegetables requested by the owner of the nearby farmyard."

"I'll help you!" The little Taotie rolled up his sleeves, and stretched out his white and tender hands to hug the big bamboo basket.

The bamboo basket was about the same height as her, and after the little man picked up the bamboo basket, his little face could not be seen.

The old farmer was anxious: "Oh! Little boy, don't get hurt, put it down quickly!"

Little Taotie grinned: "I am strong! It doesn't matter!"

The little one really carried the bamboo basket firmly to the front of the car, put it down, and said in a soft voice, "Grandpa, the car is too high, I can only put it here."

She put down the big bamboo basket, ran back to the place where the bamboo basket was placed like the wind, picked up another one, ran over like the wind, put it in front of the car, and ran back...

When the old farmer came back to his senses, there were five big bamboo baskets in front of him, and he could finish the job just by loading them into the cart.

(End of this chapter)