Fuwa is not easy to mess with when she is three years old

Lin Xiuer also went home with a basket to watch.

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The flocks of birds really all flew to their own home, not all flew into the backyard as the children said, but landed on their own yard and roof, bouncing and jumping in neat lines , jumped into the backyard one by one, and handed the mud to He Lai.

And He Lai was standing in the backyard, with a basket of corn ears in his hand, every time a bird came, he would take one out of the basket and exchange mud with the bird.

After each bird got the ear of grain, it fluttered its wings a few times and picked it up with a chirp. Whether it was a vegetarian or a meat eater, they all flew away with the ear of grain in their mouths.

He Lai also muttered, saying thank you to every little bird, and then pressed the mud onto the small dirt bag in front of him.

This scene is even more amazing than just a group of birds holding mud.

Lin Xiu'er saw that He Lai was serious, so she didn't dare to ask, and she was even more afraid that she would enter rashly and scare the birds away.

Naturally, Lin Xiu'er could not understand bird language. If she could understand it, she would be able to distinguish accents from all over the world in the birdsong.

The falcon coming from the northeast had a loud voice, eagerly asking for credit.

"Old Tie, the clods of our buddies are the most serious. Don't you give us half a hand to carry the tassels of cultivation? Because of this stuff, our Bolinger almost got bald. ..."

The sparrow from the northwest was about to retort.

"Why do you love to take advantage, show that you can"

He Lai didn't try to persuade the fight, he just scattered his cultivation on the ears of grain and let the bird take it away.

The little frog once persuaded He Lai not to take on such a job, because he knew that the establishment of this mud yard must be exchanged for the founder's dispersal of cultivation.

The mud yard can be regarded as a temporary independent space. Neither time nor space can be fabricated out of thin air. If you insist on "borrowing" space from all things in this world, you can only hand over your precious things and make a loss with all things. buy and sell.

The more people you have to accommodate, the more you will consume yourself.It's okay to build a small courtyard in Du'an Lu's space, because it is in an independent world and has the blessing of spiritual power, so it doesn't matter if you make the mud courtyard a little bigger.

But in this mortal world, it will take more than ten years for every extra foot of land in the mud yard.

In Lin Xiu'er's eyes, it was a rather harmonious spectacle, the friendly interaction between the little boy and the bird, and holding hands to squeeze the mud to coax Duan Lu's favor.

He Lai, however, felt the strength draining from his body bit by bit, waiting for the bird to disappear, He Lai also fell down on the ground, using his fingers to trace the scene in the yard bit by bit on the small soil bag .

He felt severe pain in his head and body, but the tactile sensation at his fingertips was extremely clear.

He thought of a lot—Shangxian's lofty ambition to help the villagers, the little frog's mistake of hurting people...

Lin Xiuer watched as He Lai sat down next to the little earth bag.

The big boy fell down as soon as he said he would fall, Lin Xiu'er quickly picked up a small stool from her side and ran to send it over.

After Jiang Helai sat up on the small stool, he realized that his face was very pale.

There was a little mud on his forehead and face, and the temples and the hair on his forehead were all wet, sticking to his sweaty face.The sun was shining on his head, making people panic, but He Lai's face was very pale, and when he held his hand, the muddy fingertips were also very cold.

Lin Xiu'er didn't bother to ask He Lai what was going on, so she hurriedly helped He Lai into the house.

While taking off the shoes on his feet and helping his legs on the bed, he complained a little distressed.

"This child, after staying in the sun for so long, he may have suffered from heat stroke. I'll open the window and make some sweet mung bean porridge for you to drink."

Besides the little frog, He Lai has no relatives, let alone being cared for and cared for.

The pain in his whole body seemed to be relieved a little under Lin Xiu'er's care, but his strength was already exhausted, as soon as his head touched the pillow, his eyes went dark, and he didn't know whether he was fainted or fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was Duan Lu holding a wide-mouthed bowl, sitting beside him with the little frog and staring at him.

Seeing that he was awake, Duan Lu smiled so hard that his eyes turned into small bean sprouts, and he handed the bowl to him with a wide mouth in his small hand.

"My mother said you were suffering from heatstroke, so she made mung bean and sweet rice porridge for you. My dad just sent the doctor away, saying that you had a problem with the heat. You slept for a whole day, and the porridge was hot several times, and it was rotten. That's right. Have a drink so you don't get dizzy."

The little frog came over to support He Lai's back, took the rice porridge, and fed it to He Lai bit by bit.

When Du Anlu came back from that city, he had just sent Chen Xiaoyu away, so he came to see where he came from.

"Do you know that the little frog and I did a trick in the city market today and sold your things for a lot of money!"

"We went to order insect-proof nets. The boss was very skilled. Soon after the nets were finished, he distributed them to the villagers. When the time came to cover the crops, it would be an extra layer of insurance. Even... the villagers also have food You can eat."

He Lai was very uncomfortable at first, but Duan Lu's voice was soft and excited, and even He Lai felt a little happy.

The little frog came back earlier than Duan Lu, and went to see He Lai's mud yard by himself.After coming out of the mud yard, my heart has been in a panic.No wonder Master fainted.

After building such a large space... Fortunately, it is the master. If it is me, I am afraid that I have lost my frog's life.

Duan Lu is still talking.

"It's good if you wake up, I'll go and see your muddy yard in a while," she said with white teeth, and she smiled beautifully.

"My mother said that all the birds are here to bring you mud, so don't cut corners."

He wanted Duan Lu to be quiet and He Lai to rest more.But looking at He Lai, he didn't know that he drank Lin Xiuer's mung bean porridge, his face gradually turned a little bloody, so he didn't interrupt, letting Duan Lu chatter.

Until the whole bowl of porridge was eaten, He Lai felt that his stomach was full, and he felt a little more alive.

The small dim oil lamp shook, and Du'an Lu danced and chirped, so He Lai could also respond with a few words.

After a while, He Lai's eyelids were about to close again, and the little frog saw that Master was going to sleep again, so he called Duan Lu.

"Shangxian, my master has worked hard all day and is very tired."

Only then was Duan Lu startled by his noise, and shrank his neck.

The little frog helped He Lai to lie down again, Duan Lu also ran over, stretched out his fat little hand, covered He Lai with a quilt, and the two of them wanted to go out.

But Duane Lu turned back.

"Oh, right."

Facing He Lai who was half-closed, Du An Lu took out something from his pocket.

As soon as he stretched out his little hand, a small mechanism frog appeared beside He Lai's pillow.

Duan Lu patted He Lai's quilt with his small hands, just like Lin Xiuer patted her to sleep.

"Thank you, this Xiaoqing is with you, so you won't be afraid to sleep alone."

"Good night."