Picked Up A Small Cannon Fodder

The car drove by quickly, the scenery on the side of the road went backwards, and the little horn made up for the excitement now.

It was the first time he came here, and Feng Hao had been here several times.

There is a beautiful two-storey small western-style building in the village that Feng Tingyun bought back then. He once participated in the design. This is the place for their family to escape the heat in the summer.

It's just that the little speaker is in poor health and has never been far away.

This place has been idle for the past two years. Before coming, Wei Xue specially hired someone to clean it, but it was necessary to clean up on the first day of staying.

Although Feng Tingyun wanted to come too, he could only watch his daughter-in-law and his son go on vacation because of work-related problems.

What's special about the houses here is that other people's houses are two stone lion town houses at the door. There are two calf statues at the door of every household here.

It's all because of the ranch here. The ranch has not only developed the supply of milk sources, but also opened up to the outside world, becoming a scenic spot.

Therefore, the villagers relied on the pastures to start their farmhouses, and the little cows became the symbol of the village.

Wei Xue took the small horn from the car and walked to the trunk to take the luggage.

The little horn is suddenly alert, his snacks!

The little baby ran over with his little short legs, "I take it, let me take it!"

The fact that he secretly stuffed snacks into the suitcase must not be exposed. His positive attitude made Wei Xue a little relieved, and the child became sensible.

The little speaker hilariously carried his suitcase in. He had a problem when he crossed the threshold. He went in first but the suitcase was still outside. If he carried the suitcase, he couldn't get in.

The threshold is too difficult for his short legs. Fortunately, Jiang Fang saw that he helped him. The little horn raised his small face and said gruffly thank you. Jiang Fang squeezed his small fleshy face. You're welcome."

Their rooms are on the second floor, which is no better than Grandpa's house, so there are two people in a room.

Feng Hao was going to sleep with his younger brother, but according to the arrangement of one big and one small, Feng Shixia shared a room with Feng Hao, and Jiang Fang shared a room with Xiao Horn.

Feng Hao was a little unhappy, but his younger brother had no intentions.

The little speaker doesn't care who he shares with, as long as he doesn't share the same room with his mother. Otherwise, the snacks he prepared can't be eaten!

Because of the long distance, it was already afternoon when everyone arrived at the destination and packed their things. Wei Xue took a few children to eat the special dishes here.

The hottest farmhouse here is the relative of the ranch owner, and a piece of fried milk is very popular among children.

The owner of the farmhouse has a daughter who is about the same size as a small horn, with two croissants, and wearing a pink skirt bouncing around in the yard.

The trumpet was placed on a high stool and sat by the window, and he just turned his head and saw her.

"little baby."

Wei Xue followed his gaze and looked over, "You are also a little baby."

The little horn blinked, and the lady boss brought a glass of milk to her daughter, "Qianqian, play after drinking."

The little girl named Qianqian wiped the sweat from her forehead and drank it with a big cup.

The little horn swallowed anxiously. He patted his mother's arm, "Little Liu Lai, Mom, Xiao Liu Nai."

His voice is not too small, the lady boss was attracted, and she saw this lovely white and tender child at a glance. The chubby and lovely child was really likable.

Wei Xue smiled embarrassedly at the lady boss, "Excuse me, do you still have that milk? I want to buy a few cups."

The few children have to take care of it, the lady boss nodded, "Yes, I will send it to you right away."

The milk here doesn’t matter whether it’s the cup or the barrel!

Little Horn watched as a small bucket of milk was placed on the table, and he was dancing with excitement.

Because there are children about the same age, the boss's wife inevitably greets a few words, "Your baby loves milk."

Wei Xue nodded, "Milk is his life. He has to make trouble to see the cows, so I brought him here."

Qianqian timidly grabbed her mother's leg. The proprietress found a positive teaching material. She looked at her daughter and said, "You see if the younger brother is white and beautiful. He only drinks milk to drink like this. You will have to be good in the future. Drink milk."

Qianqian and Little Horn looked at each other, and she praised sincerely, "My brother is a little princess!"

Only a princess can be fair and beautiful, and the princess is what Qianqian likes the most.

The little horn scratched his head and refused, "No baby."

Qianqian gradually opened her chattering box to the child, "You must be a princess so cute."

The little horn was suspicious, he looked at his mother suspiciously, "The baby doesn't want to be a boar, can the baby be a calf?"

Before Wei Xue had time to cover his mouth, the little guy said his question, he sighed heavily, "In fact, what the baby wants to be the most is people."

Qianqian was surprised to find that he didn't even know what the princess was. The child Tong Yan Wuji said in front of the group, "Is there milk in my brother's mind."

The proprietress was extremely embarrassed, both of them were two mothers who were scammed by babies.

The two talked with the duck for a long time, and finally they didn't know how to happily decide to go to the ranch together tomorrow morning.

Wei Xue still admired her son a little, "Did you make new friends so soon?"

In this case, there is no worry that he will not be able to adapt to the kindergarten life. The little speaker scratches his head and continues to eat fried fresh milk.

The little girl came to call the door at 6 o'clock the next day, and the family was still asleep. She knocked on the door and shouted the name of the trumpet.

The little speaker in his sleep sat up and rubbed his eyes. Although he was not very awake, he still remembered one thing in his mind. Qianqian asked herself to milk the little cow.

For a moment, he forgot that he was in the same room with Jiang Fang's brother, and the bare-belly trumpet stepped on Jiang Fang's face.

Alas? What kind of softness.

Jiang Fang was awakened all of a sudden, the little speaker just lowered his head to confirm, and his suddenly opened eyes frightened him, and he sat down on Jiang Fang's head.

The little girl's voice was not loud, so Wei Xue hurriedly got up and invited her in.

The little girl is already very familiar with the milking time on the ranch, "Auntie, it's half past six now. Milking is about to be done at seven, and we won't be able to keep up if we don't leave."

She held a small yellow bucket in her hand and wore pink rain boots on her feet, which looked fully equipped.

Wei Xue was a little embarrassed, she actually overslept, "I'm sorry, Qianqian, wait a minute, Auntie will be fine soon."

Wei Xue knocked on the door of Jiang Fang and Xiao Horn, Jiang Fang said Sheng Jin, Wei Xue came in and found that the two of them were already dressed.

The trumpet wears a bib and yellow rain boots. Needless to say, it is Jiang Fang's credit.

That's great, Wei Xue sighed in relief, "Then let's go, Qianqian is already waiting."

Feng Shixia stayed up late yesterday, so he refused the activity. Feng Hao was dragged by his brother to stay up all night, and he hasn't woken up yet.

Only Wei Xue and Jiang Fang's trumpet followed Qianqian. Qianqian walked in the front and looked back from time to time. The two little brothers had put on their boots, but the aunt didn't.

Wei Xue explained that she was just watching, not milking.

The pasture was full of cow dung, Wei Xue couldn't accept it, so let Little Horn feel it for himself.

Wei Xue thought badly, wondering if the little horn would still drink the little milk after milking herself?

Qianqian's uncle, the owner of the ranch, had been waiting a long time ago. He took his niece's bucket and took the three children into it.

The little horn took a step, and the more the cow dung tasted inside, the heavier the smell of cow dung, and the touch of his little boots was not very good.

The little horns were crying and regretting, and the milking workers were already busy. The boss took them to a docile little cow and said, "Uncle teaches you how to milk today."

The talking Kung Fu little cow lowered his head and licked the hair of the little horn.

The little horn stiffened and didn't dare to move. Wei Xue waved at him outside, "Baby, be brave, the little cow is playing with you."

Bitch... Bitch can't be brave!

The little horn was licked and dangling, he watched his mother make a cry for help, "Hey~"