"What am I talking about with my dad? I'm looking for my eldest daughter."

"Come on Doudou, your father is going to talk to his eldest daughter." Zhang Yanming smiled and handed the phone to Doudou.

Who said the boss is not a scheming man? In this case, I can only find Doudou, and no one can tell me. There is nothing wrong with it.

Zhang Xiaoyue gagged: "Big daughter. Doudou is the eldest daughter?"

"Ah, she is your eldest daughter, you are your father's eldest daughter." Zhang Ma smiled and shook Zhang Xiaole.

In addition to sleeping, Zhang's mother is trying to hold her as much as possible to let her daughter-in-law rest. She is a good mother-in-law.

"I'm also a big daughter? Hahaha, big daughter."

Zhang Xiaoyue couldn't do anything, and he leaned back and forth: "Whose big boudoir is better? My big boudoir is better, your big boudoir is not too lazy, and you can't even carry your butt."

"Xiao Yue, who are you talking about?"

"Talk about the grand boudoir, the grand boudoir."

"Who is that? No one can carry his butt?"

"Uh..., hehe, I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything." Zhang Xiaoyue curled up and fell on the sofa and began to laugh. Wang Jiahua rushed over with her teeth and claws.

"Help, mom and dad, help, auntie. Ah~~, grandma. Auntie, I'm wrong, hahaha, I'm wrong."

Well, this is not a self-indulgence. Usually, Aunt Wang muttered that Wang Jiahua and Xiaoyue and the others could hear it.

Tang Doudou hid far away with her arms clamped.

Zhang Xiaole twisted his little head to find something and made an oh-oh sound.

Shuanzi looked at him with envy in his eyes.

In the countryside, there are no adults who accompany their children to play like this. If you have the time to do anything, what kind of work is not good? Children are always looking for fun by themselves, either outside or squatting in the corner to pick up ants.

Most of the time, children also have to work, picking up millet and making crumbs, feeding pigs and chickens, chopping chickens and chopping firewood, herding cattle and sheep, and following adults to the mountains and rivers. This is the childhood of rural children.

Starting from spring plowing, rural children's games are actually labor, but children can always find fun from labor and do their work like playing games.

Fighting crumbs, burning wasteland, supporting plows and sow seedlings, weeding and catching insects. When it is autumn, children are not idle to harvest the fields. They break corn, sorghum, peel beans, pick vegetables and wash the seeds, and then follow the adults to the mountains to grab autumn.

It’s cold and adults have winter, so children have their own time to play, but they still have to go up the mountain to collect firewood, burn the kang and add fire to carry water, and also herd cattle and sheep after busy plowing.

In rural areas, children have a sense of responsibility at a young age and have to bear the best of their ability. Girls are better off, they just circle around the pot. The little boys have been taught that they are men since childhood, and they have to carry on their own.

This is how it has been passed down from generation to generation.

The child in the city is still a child when he is old. It is natural to eat, drink and throw a tantrum in front of his parents. However, in the countryside, they do not have this condition. As they grow older, they will have more responsibilities and work more.

Children in the city are confused, confused, and at a loss when they leave their parents. Children in the countryside live and work like their parents and are completely independent. This is the difference.

Children in the city can rely on their parents, while children in the countryside can only eat soil without working.

They have to work from childhood until they die, have no power to retire, do things to support the whole country, eat humble income without being covered in their stomachs, and have to be looked down upon everywhere.

Those city people who feel high and do not know where the food comes from? They are just used to it. This is a lack of national education and media.

Actually, it’s good to think about the intellectual who was back then.

"Okay, smile and die again. Let us go." Zhang's mother was so angry that she felt so distressed when she heard her granddaughter's smile.

In fact, Wang Jiahua didn't even touch Zhang Xiaoyue a few times, it was completely conditioned reflex.

"Well, let go. It's so uncomfortable." Tang Doudou lit her little head to support her. She was very afraid of itch and felt it was too scary.

"I'm not afraid of itching, you really can't do it." Shuanzi looked for a sense of existence.

"I won't compare with you. You are a bad boy, and we are the big boss. Hahaha." Zhang Xiaoyue, who had just been liberated, burst into laughter again.

"Okay, okay, okay, stop making trouble, eat." Dad Zhang looked at the time and stood up to get clothes for the children.

This is a typical granddaughter slave. I wonder if the grandsons will be treated like this when they grow up.

Everyone was preparing to come out with coats and coats, and Zhang Manzhu was a little confused: "Where are you going? Don't you eat at home?"

"At home, in the canteen. Except for the New Year holiday, the yard does not open fire, they eat in the canteen."

"It's so comfortable, just eat ready-made every day?"

"Well, yes. Sometimes if you want to eat pancakes or dumplings, you can do it in the kitchen here. Basically, the kitchen here has become a special kitchen for cats and dogs."

"These big dogs look really good, they can eat well." People in rural areas have dogs and know dogs. If you look at the big dog's body, you will have an estimate of how much you have to feed.

Cats? Cats in rural areas bring their own dry food and basically don’t feed them. There are restaurants everywhere when they leave their own houses.

Therefore, the first thing that people who really hate in rural farming is mouse poison. I don’t know if this medicine is good or not, but if the medicine cat is sure to make one, it becomes unethical.

"Have the dog been fed?" Zhang's mother touched the dog's head one by one and asked Zhang's father.

"Hey, three meals a day should be considered as appropriate, and it is better than what people eat."

"It's like you feed every day. You can't just feed meat. You have to mix some food. Have you given the eggs?"

During this period, Tang Jing and Zhang Xiaole were here. Zhang’s mother spent most of her time fiddling with Zhang Xiaole. The matter of feeding the dog was handed over to Zhang’s father. Zhang Yanming was also feeding him when he was fine.

Dad Zhang actually doesn’t like dogs very much, but he dare not say it.

Zhang's mother treated dogs as children. She had never stopped her family in the past 30 years. No matter it was a big dog or a puppy, she also funded a group of stray dogs at the time of Scorpion Grotto.

"I've given it all, one pound of beef and two taels of rice, the cooked vegetables and carrots are inside, and one meal is one egg. I dare to discount what you ordered?"

"Where is the kitten?"

"The kitten has to wait a moment and come back to feed him later."

"Why are you still feeding separately now?" Zhang Yanming has been busy for a while and has really not paid attention to this matter.

"Just fight. I was fine when I was feeding. If your father feeds you, you always fight. I don't know why."

Zhang Manzhu looked down at several big dogs squeezing against Zhang's mother's legs to please her.

Is this a dog? It’s both beef and eggs. Is this my ancestor? My mother, I got it right after two scoops of pig food in the countryside, and at most I mix some leftover soup.

A big dog felt Zhang Manzhu's gaze and turned his head to look at him.

Why describe some people using dog faces?

The dog changed his face so quickly. The previous second was a charming look that was so mean to Zhang Ma's slut, and the next second was a cold look that made people excited.

There is no concept of friends and relatives in the dog's heart: there are only two types of people in the world, one is the owner, and the other is the enemy. Be vigilant at any time and can turn against each other at any time.

Here we are talking about large dogs, and they do not include the three silly golden retrievers in the snow. They are pets.

To be honest, people who really raise dogs know that, in fact, these so-called famous dogs are not even qualified to carry shoes for local dogs.

The only one that can be compared with domestic dogs is the black back, and the black back hybrid wolf green.

But how to say it, modern people raise dogs just to have fun, that is, they don’t need to hunt or protect them, so it doesn’t matter.
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