Picked Up A Small Cannon Fodder

The police comrades who had witnessed everything looked at each other and the Heiwa grumbled with hunger. He complained, "You haven't finished feeding! You ate them all by yourself."

The little speaker turned his head blankly to look at Heiwazi, "Is that right?"

He can't remember anymore.

Wei Yingran finally saw Comrade Police, and the little speaker brought a fried dough stick over again, "I'll eat it for you!"

Several police uncles walked up to Heiwazi, and the headed one asked with concern how the child was.

Heiwazi looks much better than yesterday. He is very happy at Grandpa Wei's house and has a small speaker to accompany him to play.

Children’s safety is the best thing. Heiwazi’s mother works far away, and they still need to change cars. It is estimated that they will not be able to go home at night. In front of Heiwazi, the police comrade called his parents again, and the two parties agreed to meet at ten o'clock tomorrow, and then talked with Heiwazi's grandparents.

Heiwazi's grandparents are known to everyone in the village, even other elderly people feel wrong. In the past, everyone wanted to go to school but couldn't. Now that the conditions are good, they all say that knowledge changes destiny, and there are old ideas that feel that learning is useless.

People in the village are not willing to interact with them just because they beat and abuse their children.

In the evening, a Sanbangzi came to the entrance of the village with its headlights on. The man was picked up at the station. I didn't expect the mountain roads to be so difficult to walk.

The driver was a little embarrassed. "It's so dark. I took too long to send you off. You have to add money."

It was originally said that it was 80 yuan, but the driver asked for one hundred.

Heiwazi's parents also couldn't care about it, especially Heiwazi's mother, who took out a plastic bag from her pocket. There are odd and correct ones in it, and she took out a one-hundred one and handed it to the other party, "Master, slow down on the road."

There are no street lights in the village, and Heiwazi's parents walked in the dark, one foot deep and one shallow foot.

Heiwazi's grandparents originally fell asleep, and then heard the sound of the door knocking.

The old couple had long been sleeping in separate beds, and the old lady was in the back room. She sat up and listened carefully. The old man has stepped on his shoes and dragged out, "Who!"

The old man was quite wary. Wang Jiabao heard his father's voice and hurriedly said, "It's me."

Heiwazi's mother still had grievances in her heart, and it was not good for her to listen to her father-in-law's voice.

The old man hurriedly opened the door. Isn't he his precious son outside? The old man was so happy immediately, he kept patting his son on the shoulder, muttering vigorously, "Why are you back here."

The son is a little stranger than before, and he always thinks that his parents have nothing to say about him. Over the years, the money he earned has also given his parents to subsidize the family.

He thinks that the family is the best in harmony. The couple go out to make money, their parents enjoy the blessings at home, and then take care of their son.

But he didn't expect his parents to treat his son this way.

Wang Jiabao awkwardly avoided the old man's hand. The old lady heard the voice hurriedly coming out of the house. When she saw her baby son, she cried and laughed, "Son, you are back!"

The old lady is really happy. After all, she loves her son the most, and she can only be reunited during the Chinese New Year. Every day she misses her son.

The son came to be affectionate, and the daughter-in-law was completely ignored on the side and became a transparent person.

As a peasant woman, Yuan Xiangzi didn't go to much school. When she got married, her family told her that she was disabled. If you marry, you must listen to her in-laws and don't contradict her.

Because of being brainwashed for a long time, Yuan Xiangzi has swallowed in his stomach no matter what grievances he has for so many years after marrying into the Wang family. The mother-in-law made things difficult, she suffered, stepped back and home harmony. The father-in-law said coldly when she was an outsider, she also suffered.

But as soon as she heard the police say that her son was being bullied, she couldn't bear it anymore. She was physically disabled, but her heart was not cruel. She has been enduring it for this family, but now she can't bear it anymore.

Yuan Xiangzi separated her mother-in-law from her husband, but Wang Jiabao didn't say a word and let his daughter-in-law drag him away. The old lady became fierce in an instant, and faced Yuan Xiangzi as before, "What are you doing! What are you doing by dragging my son!"

Yuan Xiangzi went to work over the years and gradually changed her mind under the changes of her coworkers. She is no longer mere promises. It is impossible to ask for everything. All she wants is to become more bullied.

For the first time, she looked directly at her mother-in-law and challenged her, "My man, I can do whatever I want, what about my son?"

The old lady originally wanted to get angry, but she felt guilty when she heard her daughter-in-law say Heiwazi. Yuan Xiangzi threw the luggage and walked inward, she wanted to see how her son was beaten.

Wang Jiabao followed along, and the old lady quickly grabbed him, "The black baby is not inside."

The couple were shocked, "What?"

When the police called them, they forgot to say that the child is being taken care of at Wei Yingran's house. The couple became anxious when they heard that the child was not there. He was so cruel that he had injuries as grandparents. Where could he go with a child?

The old lady hurriedly wanted to explain, "Heiwazi didn't come back with us. He went to live next door."

She said that she was still unhappy, "Things with no conscience, I don't know who his grandparents are."

These words were like slaps, Yuan Xiangzi became angry all at once.

Wang Jiabao was mixing the mud in the middle, "Forget it, let's go next door to see our son first."

The lights next door were brightly lit, and Jiang Fang and Feng Hao sat in front of the computer mysteriously.

Little Horn was watching the cartoon happily, and when he saw Xingtou, he was still discussing with Heiwazi.

When the doorbell rang at the house, Wei Yingran was warming up milk for the children. He turned off the fire and looked at his wife. Who would come here?

The old couple planned to go out and take a look. They knew when they saw the strange couple outside, "You are the parents of Heiwazi."

The couple nodded in a hurry, and Wang Jiabao stood in front of the door pleading, "Uncle, can you open the door and let us in."

In the darkness, Heiwazi's grandparents stood not far from the couple. Wei Yingran saw it, and he snorted, "You come in, they two can't do it."

Wang Jiabao nodded, "I understand, I understand, I won't let them in."

Wang Jiabao and Yuan Xiangzi finally came in as they wished. The TV sound of the small speakers was turned on very loudly, and the Heiwazi smiled. The Wang Jiabao and his wife saw their son as soon as they entered the door, and then stopped in place without daring to move.

Feng Hao in front of the computer pounded Jiang Fang, and Jiang Fang looked up at them. The two turned off their computers and made tea for the guests.

Wang Jiabao felt ashamed of his son, so he walked gently behind his son. No one spoke, only the voice of the TV.

Heiwazi laughed for a while and suddenly felt something wrong. He lay on the sofa and turned his head to look. Heiwazi's eyes were red. This is not a dream.

The family of three failed to control their emotions, Yuan Xiangzi hugged his son and said that he hadn't taken care of him.

Wei Yingran took the small speaker aside, leaving room for a family of three. The child must have a lot of grievances to say, the little speaker turned to watch the cartoon reluctantly. Grandma walked into the kitchen to greet the two tea-makers and went upstairs together, and they all hid. Heiwa's family can open their hearts and speak without worrying about being uncomfortable.

Feng Hao was still holding Jiang Fang's laptop in his arms. Wei Yingran had been interested in this thing for a long time. He asked curiously, "You two have been typing in front of the computer for a day. What are you doing?"

Feng Hao didn't intend to keep it secret, "We are searching for some business models for picking orchards and farmhouses."

Wei Yingran was confused, "What?"

Feng Hao and Jiang Fang expressed their thoughts, "We feel that the black baby needs to be with his parents. But it is not realistic to take the children to work."

I heard that Heiwazi’s parents still live in the factory’s worker dormitory, and there is no single room in the worker’s dormitory. The male workers sleep together and the female workers sleep together. The environment is very poor. If Heiwazi goes to school and accommodation is a problem.

Feng Hao continued, "Only Heiwazi's parents can take care of Heiwazi if they stay at home, but they will have no income if they stay. It is also a way to go out to work while the other is at home, but it is very stressful."

This is a small place, and there is no such thing as a profitable factory.

So it is not easy to ensure that they can make money and take care of Heiwazi.

Jiang Fang and Feng Hao told their grandfather about self-picking, which is relatively popular recently. They mean to develop tourism and picking first, and then drive related industries to let Heiwazi's parents open farmhouses at home.

The two children were too whimsical, but Wei Yingran did not discourage their enthusiasm. He just settled the bills for them. “The tourism industry is still very popular now, but the consumption level in this small town is low. We don’t have any attractions. It is indeed a way for you to use the plum trees on the mountain for picking."

"But there are plums everywhere in the market. Why should everyone work so hard to come to the village and pick them up in the mountains?"

"Even if we can attract some people, these people will not bring us much benefit. Everything is difficult at the beginning. Maybe we will lose money for a year or two without gains. In this way, even if Heiwazi's parents run the farmhouse, they will not There are no customers, do you want to keep losing money?"

The development of the times has indeed brought many business opportunities, but not everyone can succeed.

Feng Hao and Jiang Fang also understood, but they just wanted to try, but Wei Yingran didn't say no.

"Just do what you want. As for Heiwazi's parents, don't worry, we adults can always figure out a way. You can go to publicize the picking garden first, and wait until it really meets your expectations and has traffic. It’s not too late for Heiwazi’s parents to open a farmhouse."

Jiang Fang and Feng Hao felt that what Grandpa said was reasonable. They didn't think it was such a big problem at all. They must have customers soon after using the Internet to promote them.

Jiang Fang and Feng Hao carried out the action early the next morning, and they regarded it as a summer vacation task. The trumpet was taken to the mountain by them, and the little baby who had already climbed the mountain once and knew that it was hard to climb the mountain became lazy.

He stretched out two fleshy arms and said unceremoniously, "Brother back!"

They are here to shoot promotional videos and promotional photos. The little speaker is their model. They don't strike for the model. My brother gritted his teeth!

Since Jiang Fang was holding the shooting equipment, the task of carrying the small model could only be handed over to Feng Hao.

The little guy weighed a lot, and Feng Hao sweated halfway through, and he stopped and took a deep breath.

Trumpet's pants were hooked by a branch on the side, and no one noticed. When Feng Hao rested and walked forward, the cloth sneered and the **** of the Trumpet was cold.

When they finally arrived at a suitable place for shooting, the trumpet was placed on the ground, and they were going to let the trumpet hold a plum and say the advertisement.

The little trumpet was jumping about to pick plums, Jiang Fang only felt that there was a touch of red in front of his eyes, which was probably an illusion.

Next, Little Trumpet will take two steps in the Plum Garden, and then make a contrived line. Little Trumpet Picking Garden, plums are really good!

The little model didn't want to cooperate at first, until his brother said that he could eat three plums.

Jiang Fang set up the camera, and the little horn turned and walked towards the depths of Li Ziyuan. As he bounced around, the cracks in his trousers became bigger and bigger. The red ones were the red **** of the little horn.

The unknowing little horn knelt down to pick up the fallen plum, and his pants suddenly turned into crotch pants.

The red Taurus underwear occupies the entire screen. Rao is such a small speaker and has not forgotten his professional ethics. He covered his **** and looked at the camera shyly, "Little...little plum picking garden, the speaker is really good!"

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of van and goose are tatan; 8 bottles of loneliness; 505,429,241 bottles; thank you very much for your support to me, I will continue to work hard!