Chapter 1309 Taught to Listen, Listened to Do Not Change

The words of the little dolls caused gasps all over the place.

"Xinghua Village? Are you from Xinghua Village?"

"If you are from Xinghua Village, then we are our own! As long as you want to come to our village, you can come anytime!"

"Do you like touching snails? Let's go, I'll take you to the top of the ditch, where there are the most snails, big and fat!"

As soon as the baby who was standing in the ditch heard about Xinghua Village, she immediately huffed and climbed up to the bank to surround her. Their faces were full of curiosity and excitement, and they grinned one by one.

Before the little radishheads could react, they helped them lift the wooden barrels, surrounded them and led them up the river, looking like two different people from just now.

Every household in Shangpo Village is now well-off, and it is thanks to Xinghua Village that they can have such a situation. The parents of the family would have warned them early on that they must be polite and courteous when they see people in Xinghua Village in the future.

The little carrot heads got high-level treatment, and they didn't forget their boss, they turned to greet him, "Boss, hurry up, they say the snails on it are big and fat!"

Croton followed behind with a dull face, hopeless in life.

He knew it would be like this!

Just because he was from Xinghua Village, he hadn't used his fists for a year.

Heroes are useless, lonely, and desolate.

"Brother, you are not happy." As twins, Hongdou is more sensitive to his brother's emotions.

Originally, he took his younger brother obediently to walk behind, seeing his brother's suddenly dejected look, he hurried up to care.

"Who said, brother is very happy, we can eat delicious boiled snails tonight, they are big and fat." Smiling at his sister, Croton's voice was weak.

"Then brother, hurry up, touch a lot of snails, and we will be full tonight!" Hong Dou smiled and urged.

Croton, "..." He doesn't want to touch the snails at all now.

But if it is released, does it count?

cannot.

A manly man, with every spittle and a nail.

Besides, he is the boss.

If you want to play a rogue, you don't admit it, unless you don't have a certificate.

Resigned to his fate and caught up, devoted himself to the great business of touching snails, Croton's face stinks from the beginning to the end.

Fortunately, my younger brothers still remember what he always told me not to reveal his identity anywhere, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get along anywhere in the world.

"I didn't expect you to have a boss at such a young age. This little doll looks only over four years old, right?" The little doll in Shangpo Village took them to touch the snails, and chatted with them enthusiastically.

Babies are lively and active, as long as they get together, they can get familiar with each other in a while.

Hearing the other party talk about himself, Croton sighed maturely, and told the other party seriously, "I just look more powerful."

It just looks mighty, mighty and tall.

He can grow taller by drinking water.

This is a talent, not to be envied.

"Our eldest is only three years old, hahaha!"

"The boss is mighty!"

Uphill village child, "..."

The three-year-old kid in their village still speaks in half when he speaks. Looking at this one in front of him, he is as tall as four or five years old, and he is very clever. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't match your age.

Facing the puzzled and questioning eyes, Croton did not explain.

These children have little knowledge and have never seen the strange things in their Liu family compound.

What is his age? His red bean fingers can still condense.

Even when his mother was three years old, she was also a well-known blessing baby.

And his father, Cheng Shi at the age of three, Cheng Shi at the age of four, Cheng Wen at the age of five, debated imperial studies with great Confucians, and his amazing talent has never been surpassed by anyone so far-of course, that is because Croton has not grown up yet, when he grows up, he Dad's legend will become history.

He's the guy who slapped his dad on the beach.

"Are you really only three years old? Why do you speak so fluently?" Several curious children came over and looked at Croton curiously.

Croton looked up at the sky, "I have practiced it specially."

Thinking back then, because of the disadvantage of speaking badly, he fell into the hands of his father several times.

Can he keep falling in the same pit?

People should make progress.

When encountering difficulties, we must try our best to solve them.

When encountering obstacles, we must spare no effort to remove them.

Although his father can't be called his obstacle, but it is definitely a mountain in front of him.

He had to climb to the top of the mountain to get ahead.

The children in Shangpo Village were particularly interested in "specially practiced", and immediately surrounded Croton in the middle and asked about it on twitter.

Looking around at the children who were eagerly waiting for the answer, Croton slowly smiled.

The red beans did not go into the ditch, and her father said that she was a girl doll and could not play in the water like her brother, so she squatted obediently by the side of the ditch and waited. Cute and soft.

At this time, when Hongdou saw her brother showing that kind of smile, she blinked her eyes, leaned close to the orphan and said secretly, "Brother is broken."

The foundling also blinked, raised his head and looked at the girl quietly.

"When brother smiles, it breaks down." Hongdou explained.

She couldn't explain it more specifically, anyway, she had seen it many times, and every time my brother laughed like this, there were often babies crying.

The foundling turned his head away and continued to look at the bustling crowd beyond the ditch.

The small wooden barrel in Croton's hand has already been carried for him. Eyebrows were beaming and his mouth was frothing and he didn't know what he was talking about. The people around him listened with great interest. At the same time, a group of people listened and touched the snails, and threw all the snails they touched into the croton bucket.

The foundling looked at it very seriously, and no one knew what he understood, or if he still didn't understand anything.

"Brother, I'm looking for Mao Maoqi." After squatting for a long time, and unable to play together in the water, Hongdou felt bored, so she called out to her brother.

"Just look around, don't go far away." Croton immediately stopped his speech and turned around to warn.

"On the side." Hongdou nodded obediently.

"Also, how many times have I taught you, it's not called Mao Mao, it's called Mao Zhen, Mao Zhen!"

"Maozhen." Hongdou nodded again, took the orphan and began to look for needles along the ditch, "Brother, let's go to Maomao."

Croton knelt down.

There is no way to teach.

I taught it and listened, but I didn’t change it after listening. What I said was their red beans.

In spring, it is easy to find a large number of thatch needles in dense grassy areas in the countryside.

In a blink of an eye, the little red bean had four or five in his hand. Take out one of them, and peel off the light green leaves on it, revealing the white cotton wool inside, and the red bean feeds the cotton wool to the orphan's mouth, "It's sweet."

The foundling immediately opened his mouth, and Hong Dou smiled so much that he couldn't see his brows, very satisfied.

The younger brother is good, he eats as soon as he is fed, unlike his elder brother, he can't even stuff stuff into his mouth after chasing him.

From now on, she will feed her younger brother, not her older brother.

"Good? I like it. It's sweet." Peeled a red bean and put it in his mouth. The tender and sweet taste made the baby squint his eyes in satisfaction. "I have so many, so many good ones. I'll give it all to you."