In the famine year, the group pet cubs awakened to farm in Shanhaijing

Chapter 53 Pickled Vegetable Porridge

What children can't do, older children can do.

Even Ji Huai looked only three or four years older than Miaomiao, but what he said sounded very believable. For this reason, Cheng Miaomiao also donated his small backpack.

In order to prevent the flying squirrel from running away, Cheng Miaomiao even secretly changed a chain around its neck with divine power.

The two successfully smuggled the small back basket to Dr. Zeng's house next door, and agreed that they would each figure out how to punish it tonight, and discuss the specific punishment measures tomorrow during the day.

When Momonga finally woke up from the dizziness, he met Ji Huai's interested eyes and the fact that he was tied up.

It rolled its eyes: "!!!"

Shushu, I am going to go to hell today!

With the cold moonlight shining into the house from the window, Ji Huai didn't miss the look in his eyes that became flustered the moment he woke up. They were very agile and humane, as if he understood his current situation.

Momonga tried to struggle, but suddenly found that there was still a golden chain around his neck.

This chain is full of the breath of the mountain god.

Not to mention running away, it can't even keep its limbs from trembling now, its ears folded in fear, and it crouches on the ground shivering.For God's sake, it's really just hungry!

Ji Huai poked its body once and for all with a stick, as if playing with an insignificant toy.

I don't know if Dr. Zeng's medicine worked, or if he was stimulated by the strange flying squirrel today, some vague impressions appeared in his mind, the world should be so magnificent and strange.

That's right.

That's how it should be.

Ji Huai lifted its head with a stick, stroked its neck to its abdomen, smiled faintly, and said, "You can understand what I'm saying, right? Just nod your head, don't you just open your stomach now."

Momonga's pupils vibrated: "!"

With tears in his eyes, Momonga nodded desperately, yes yes, I understand Shushu!

After getting the answer he wanted, Ji Huai threw away the stick contentedly, held it by the nape of its neck and put it into the small back basket, lowering his eyes and said, "Miaomiao won't be happy if you run away, so just be patient."

Otherwise, otherwise Ji Huai has nothing to do.

It's just that if you don't have the confidence, you don't need to show it.

...

The next day, the first ray of sunlight in the morning came into the house.

In the spacious and empty room, there was only a layer of bamboo mats on the floor, and Cheng Miaomiao fell asleep alone on her back. When the sunlight reflected on her face through the window, she felt a little glaring after a while.

She slowly sat up from the bamboo mat, rubbing her eyes in confusion.

There was already nothing around her, so Cheng Miaomiao got up and walked outside with straw sandals. She was stunned when she saw the situation outside. There were three or four rectangular bamboo mats in front of the house, covered with golden millet.

Cheng Erlang and Ye Ning were unexpectedly still at home at this moment.

Cheng Miaomiao had a strong curiosity about things he had never seen before, his eyes lit up, and he ran over and asked, "Daddy, mommy, what is this?"

"This is called bamboo mat, which is specially used for drying rice."

Cheng Erlang rubbed his daughter's head with his hands, making her messy hair even more messy after waking up from sleep.

He withdrew his hand a little guilty, pointed to the rake-like tool with a wooden handle in his hand, and introduced by the way: "This is called an even rake. It is used to flatten the grain heap. Turn it over in the sun, and let it dry for two or three days."

Bamboo mats are spread because the ground is muddy and unclean, in order to prevent the rice from being mixed with sand.

These are really great tools for people!

Cheng Miaomiao wowed in admiration, feeling that she had learned it again.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly noticed the important point, raised his head and looked at him eagerly, and asked nervously, "Don't you need to go to the fields today?"

If she didn't leave, wouldn't she be able to punish that flying squirrel with brother Ji Huai?
She thought about it all night before she could figure out how to punish it!

Ye Ning smiled and pulled her to his side, and skillfully tied her two small knots: "Of course I want to go, Miaomiao has to stay at home today, and watch the millet for us so that the birds and chickens don't steal it." ,OK?"

This thing is very simple, she can do it!
Cheng Miaomiao's eyes were shining, and she agreed with all her mouth, and patted her chest to promise to complete the task.

Since she moved away from Cheng's house, her family's breakfast was very early. She wolfed down the porridge mixed with vegetables.

Cheng Erlang is going to help the village chief's family cut rice today, while Ye Ning is going to pick rice ears in the field.

This is also an old tradition in the village.

The two left soon. Cheng Miaomiao stood at the door of the house, tiptoed and waved at them. When they could no longer see their backs, she immediately ran to the next door sneakily.

Doctor Zeng was flipping through the herbs in the basket, and he knew who it was by the sound of footsteps.

Without raising his head, he said: "You came just in time, recite what I taught you yesterday, and then go to the house to find Ziji to learn how to read."

"..."

Damn, why do you want to oppress children!

Cheng Miaomiao groaned in his heart, but he still stood there obediently and recited the first half of the Three Character Classic. Everything he recited was correct, but the speed of recitation was very fast, as if he was rushing.

After reciting it in one breath, she opened her flickering eyes and said earnestly: "Uncle Zeng, can I go?"

When I heard it, there was a burst of chirping, chirping, chirping.

The quarrel made people's brains hurt, and Dr. Zeng waved his hand in disgust: "Go, go."

Cheng Miaomiao immediately ran into the house, and first saw Zeng Ziji who was waiting in front of the small wooden table. He tried hard to keep a straight face, and when he saw her coming, he immediately pointed to the words on the book to examine her.

This is also Dr. Zeng's method of investigation.

Zeng Ziji seriously wanted to be a good teacher, but he obviously didn't expect that his little friends had super good memories. He experienced the torture of Ji Huai's photographic memory, and found that Cheng Miaomiao was the same.

Zeng Ziji was greatly shocked, with a confused expression on his face.

Was it so easy when he first learned to read?
Ji Huai opened the curtain and came out of the house, still holding her own small pannier in her hand, and said, "You left this here yesterday, and I have already fixed it for you."

Cheng Miaomiao happily ran over, lowered her head and glanced.

The flying squirrel inside was huddled in the corner, with a little expression of lovelessness.

She raised her head, her eyes were full of excitement, and she invited: "I'm going to help my parents dry the grains today, it's boring to stay at home alone, can brother Ji Huai come with me?"

Ji Huai smiled and said, "Of course."

Cheng Miaomiao was brimming with joy, and was about to leave with her small basket in her arms when she suddenly met Zeng Ziji's sad eyes. He still spoke slowly, but was full of accusations.

"I want to go too, why didn't you ask me?"

(End of this chapter)