Picked Up A Small Cannon Fodder

The trumpet was scared, can't wake up so early, the baby will not wake up.

Grandma lightly beat her grandpa, "The child needs to sleep and grow up."

Grandpa's face was embarrassed, not because he remembered it so early, but because he got up early to cool off. After that point, it would be very hot when he went up the mountain.

The little speaker hurriedly stated, "Baby is not afraid of heat!"

As long as you let the baby get enough sleep, the little speaker has a firm attitude, and grandpa can't say anything.

Xiaolin was leaving the next day, but he was not in a hurry. He has one day off today, and he can't leave after lunch.

Little Horn and Grandpa went up the mountain this time to pick some plums for him to take back. In two days there will be people who collect plums. When I want to pick it, I can't pick it anymore.

Wei Yingran still drove his red tricycle, with the little horn standing in the bucket. Wei Yingran wanted him to sit down, but the little trumpet was unwilling. He wanted to blow the air and be the most cool cub in the village.

He wears an adult's straw hat on his little head, and the car must be pulled with one hand on the rope to prevent the hat from falling off.

Fortunately, at the foot of the mountain immediately, Wei Yingran breathed a sigh of relief. Look at the little horn holding the car with one hand and the hat with the other.

Wei Yingran took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the little speaker, "Okay, here we are.

Is this here? The little speaker is a little reluctant, and hasn't sat down enough yet. Wei Yingran took him out of the car, and the tricycle stopped casually in the shade of a tree, and he took out a few snakeskin bags.

The little horn bounced around, "I'll come, let me come."

Fortunately, the bag is not a heavy thing. Since the little speaker wants to help, let him go.

The orchard on the mountain is so big that you can't see the head at a glance. The little horn watched the fruit full of dangdang and swallowed unconsciously, "Grandpa, these are all yours."

"Yes." Wei Yingran was very proud. Although he wanted to build a mountain to live a comfortable life on his own, this orchard was not in the plan. But when he really saw it bear fruit, Wei Yingran was really happy.

I also really felt the joy of a bumper harvest, and I felt comfortable looking at these fruits.

Because I didn't think about earning money from the orchard at the beginning, and I didn't have much experience, this batch of fruit trees was usually watered by Wei Yingran.

There is nothing to fight medicine, otherwise the fruit would not be so small.

Wei Yingran picked one off and wiped it with paper. The small speaker was more bold than him. He asked his grandpa to pick one for himself, and then directly wiped it on the clothes and started eating.

Wei Yingran was still a little startled for a moment, who did this kid learn from? In fact, small speakers are lazy.

Wei Yingran is about to start picking fruits. He has a magical device for picking fruits, which is retractable and very convenient.

The trumpet was short and couldn't pick fruit at all. This artifact was naturally used for him. At the beginning, the trumpet didn't know how to use a fruit picker, but later on, it would make perfect luck.

Even if I can pick it off, the speed of the small speaker is still slower than that of my grandpa. Because my grandfather moved quickly, he picked it up with both hands and stuffed it into a snakeskin bag.

The trumpets are picked and eaten one by one, wiped on the clothes, and eaten well.

Grandpa looked at him while he was picking fruit. Seeing that he had eaten too much, Grandpa took his fruit picker and used it for himself. Without the "crime tool", the trumpet stopped.

He knew that the contents of the bag could not be eaten. They were meant to be eaten by the father, mother, uncle's family, grandfather and brother Xiaolin. The trumpet can't be eaten no matter how greedy it is. If he is really greedy, he will squat down and smell it secretly, and then lick his lips.

After all, there is the smell of plums on the lips, which can be said to be a very miserable little speaker.

Outside the convention, he picked up a bag or so, he figured that these were enough. After a while, it’s hard to pick up too much and take it down the mountain. The little speaker is working as an overseer on the side, "too little, too little."

Wei Yingran weighed the sack, a little struggling.

He took a deep breath, "It's a lot, and you will lift it down with me in a moment."

Grandpa teased him on purpose, but the little speaker took it seriously. He looked at the bag that was taller and wider than himself. The little speaker anxiously explained to grandpa, "This is taller and bigger than the baby, I...I can't."

Little Horn respects the facts and is never arrogant. A man just has to admit that he can't do it!

Grandpa was about to be amused by him, "But what can I do, it's so big, I can't get it by myself."

Little Horn thought for a while, "Or let's roll it down."

"Then you can't break it."

Little speaker thinks about it, he can't eat bad plums for everyone.

The little baby thought for a while, "Grandpa, can you move half of it?"

Wei Yingran nodded, "Yes."

Now that the little speaker was relieved, he said that he was going to untie the sealed opening of the bag. Grandpa quickly stopped him, "What's this for?"

Little Horn clenched his fist with a firm face, "Let's eat half of it, you can move on if you eat half of Grandpa."

Oh my God, the little baby is really a ghost.

He was afraid that Grandpa would not believe in his own strength, "It's only half, the baby can eat it."

Grandpa was amused by him. How could he really let the little baby eat half of it, "Well, if you cheer for Grandpa, Grandpa will have the strength to move on."

The little horn opened his mouth in surprise, really?

Wei Yingran nodded, "You'll know if you come and try."

The little horn beckoned to Grandpa. When Grandpa bent over, the little horn suddenly tipped his toes and made a sip on Grandpa's face. He clenched his fist in his hand to cheer grandpa, "Come on!"

Grandpa's heart was filled with everything, ""Okay, Grandpa will definitely cheer. "

After inspecting everything in the orchard, they were about to go down the mountain. It was already very difficult to talk to the trumpet when climbing the mountain. Grandpa hugged them all the way back. When going down, Grandpa would naturally not help him with the bag. The trumpet walked slowly, resolutely not crying tired, and not causing any trouble to Grandpa.

When the trumpet went down the mountain, he also found a lot of wild flowers. He picked some and planned to make his grandfather make a wreath for himself, so that the baby would also become beautiful. Grandpa was carrying the plum in front, and the little speaker was walking and stopping all the way behind, watching the flowers while watching the trees.

It was already lunch time when the grandfather and grandson came down the mountain. Wei Yingran put the plum in the car and stood there to rest for a long time. This bag of plums exhausted him, and people really had to obey the old man.

The breath in his chest seemed to be squeezed out, and his breath was hot and painful. The panting is uneven, and the whole body is tired and weak.

In fact, it's just a bag of plums, and now I can't buy anything. You can buy it from abroad, let alone this little plum. But this plum has a different meaning, it was grown by them. The old father just wants to share with his daughter what he grows by himself. This is not just a little bit of food, but the old father's heart.

When they went back, grandma had already cooked the meal, and Xiaolin had eaten it. Because the little horn was up too late, they really wasted too much time. As soon as my grandfather's tricycle arrived at the door of the house, he saw Xiaolin walking out with big bags.

Not only is grandpa thinking about his daughter, but also grandma. She knew that her daughter was rich and lacked everything, but Xiaolin was leaving, she still packed up all kinds of mountain products for her daughter.

These were all things she bought at the store. Grandma waved anxiously when she saw her husband, "Why don't you answer the phone if you call!"

Wei Yingran really didn't hear it. Grandma looked carefully at the things that didn't fall in the trunk before she was relieved, "Hurry up and get the plum in the car. Xiaolin has waited for you for so long. It will be dark if he doesn't leave and wait for him to return. "

"Okay." Wei Yingran said that he was going to carry the bag, and Xiao Lin took the physical work ahead of him.

Grandma hasn't forgotten to explain to Xiaolin, "I have prepared a separate portion for you. Don't eat some takeaways when you are young. Don't break your body. Remember to eat what you give you."

Xiao Lin was flattered, "This is not appropriate."

This is what the boss’s mother-in-law brought to the boss and the boss’s wife. How can this be done for yourself?

Wei Yingran also patted Xiao Li on the shoulder, "There are also plums, I didn't have time to separate them, they were all put together. You will also take out your share when you go back."

"Hey." Xiao Li nodded moved, and then said goodbye to the children.

Little Trumpet will cry heartbreaking every time he is separated, his emotions are very good, if someone catches him, he will roll on the spot, "uuuuu don't go!"

Wei Yingran waved his hand, "Let's go, be careful on the road."

Feng Hao hugged his younger brother, who was twisting and struggling in his arms, as if he wanted to run with the car, but he was firmly locked in by his brother.

Heiwazi poked his head out from the next door as the car rang, and the voice of Heiwazi's grandmother was far away, "Going to school, did your parents come back!"

The trumpet was still crying, and Heiwazi shook his head, "No!"

Grandma scolded, her voice getting louder and louder, "I heard the car rang, and the little **** still wants to lie."

Heiwazi suddenly became angry, "It's the car next door, my parents won't come back, they make money!"

What the grandma scolded was no longer clear, it seemed to be a dialect. Heiwazi walked from his home to Wei Yingran's house. He looked at the crying trumpet, and seemed to have misunderstood something, "Your parents are also going to make money, don't you?"

The little horn suddenly stunned, who, who doesn’t want a baby anymore?

Wei Yingran knew that Heiwazi had misunderstood that all the young people in this village had gone out. Heiwazi's parents are the same. They go out to work and only come back once a year, and their son is thrown to their parents to take care of.

The little horn burped and wiped his tears, and the black baby took out a piece of candy from his pocket. It was packed in red, green and green, and it was written Himalaya.

The little baby looked at the copycat candy and forgot to cry for a while, "This...what is this?"

"Himalayan." This is the wedding candy that grandma brought back from the table, but it was delicious. Heiwazi was not willing to eat.

The little baby bulged his cheeks, he was lost in thought, he always felt that this thing didn't seem to be the name.

But the little baby couldn't remember it anymore, he looked at his brother as if asking for help.

Feng Hao's wicked interest grew. Just when the little speaker was scratching his head thinking about what this kind of sugar is, he said softly behind, "East Africa Rift Valley."

The little baby slapped his hands suddenly, "You are a fake candy."

Heiwazi looked at him, "Impossible!"

The little baby is very hard, "The real candy is called the Northeast Grand Canyon!"

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Sangsang;