The end of the world: tender beef five groups love three-year-old fat girl

When Wang Hao makes clothes, he simply cuts two pieces of the same cloth and sews them together.

Now only the sleeve is left of the dress, and Diwu Nian is determined to finish sewing the sleeve.

After being pricked on her hands dozens of times, she pursed her lips and looked at the sewn sleeves with joy, her sense of accomplishment reaching its peak.

After making the clothes, the baby dragged a small chair into the kitchen and began to clean the kitchen table diligently.

After the dads made the dry food, they were too busy to clean up.

Standing on a chair, she tiptoed with great effort and wiped the table top spotlessly clean.

After doing all this, she ran to the stream with a towel and wiped herself clean with clean running water.

Back to the room, I looked at the fathers sleeping in a row on the huge bunk bed.

From left to right are Ritian’s father, Lin’s father, Ce’s father, Jiaojiao’s father and Yao’s father.

Ritian’s father had a bad sleeping posture, and Yao’s father’s hands were on Jiaojiao’s father’s body, so she couldn’t squeeze in.

Looking at Daddy Lin and Daddy Ce who were sleeping obediently facing each other, the baby made a choice.

She quietly climbed onto the bed, snuggled into Lin's father's arms, and fell asleep sweetly while hugging Ce's father's arm.

......

When Diwu Nian woke up the next day, her good fathers were arguing.

The source of the quarrel was a piece of clothing.

It turned out that when they woke up in the morning, they found the kitchen had been cleaned.

They immediately thought that it was Nian Nian who did it, and they felt touched and a little distressed for her thoughtfulness.

Just at this moment, Wang Hao started yelling, saying that Nian Nian had finished sewing the sleeves he had not finished sewing.

Therefore, the five dads had different opinions on who should own the clothes.

Wang Hao felt that this piece of clothing was originally made for himself and should belong to him.

Qi Xuyao ​​felt that he had been the most busy these days and was the one who worked the hardest, so the clothes should be his. It didn't matter if they were a little big, since he had well-developed muscles and could hold them up.

Wu Ce felt that he was the first one to know the daughter, so the dress must be his.

Xie Tianjiao felt that he had earned money to support them for a thousand years, so there was no reason why this piece of clothing should not belong to him.

Zhang Zhilin didn't say anything, but just pulled the sleeve of his clothes with one hand, his attitude was very obvious.

We have been arguing for more than half an hour, and there is still no conclusion.

Diwu Nian walked up to the fathers, looked up at them, and said sweetly, "It's okay. Nian Nian knows how to make clothes now. Fathers, don't fight over it. Everyone will have one in the future."

At this moment, Zhang Zhilin suddenly loosened his clothes, squatted down and grabbed her little hand.

I saw that the chubby fingers on the baby's left hand were swollen, with red needle holes that were very eye-catching.

The baby shyly shrank her hand. Now she only had one chance a day to use the Hujia, and she wanted to wait until the fathers were more tired, and then help them recover their strength together.

The daughter is so sensible that her quarrel with them seems childish.

Wu Ce shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, whoever it belongs to will own it."

The others nodded in unison.

In the end, Wang Hao happily accepted this piece of clothing that was full of his daughter's filial piety.

After leaving the space, Wu Ce and Jie Tianjiao went to the village to take a look. There were still several families who had not collected their belongings. They looked at the large piles of things on the carts.

The tattered quilt, the pickle jar, the bench and table, the pots and pans, I really want to shovel up the land and take it away.

They arrived at the village chief's house and said straight to the point: "Time waits for no one. We must leave tonight at the latest."

"There is one thing we must reiterate. We are fleeing famine, not moving. The things the villagers are carrying cannot help them run fast. If they are caught up by the Huns, what will be the consequences? I guess we don't need to explain it again, right?"

Zhao Guangde looked embarrassed because his wife looked like she wanted to dig up all the land in the house and take it away.

He nodded repeatedly: "I know, I will tell them right away, they should set out at the latest at 10:00 p.m., and we won't wait for those who haven't set out yet."

Wu Ce: "As soon as possible."

After the two left, Xie Tianjiao shook his head and said, "I really don't know if it is the right decision to go with them. With the situation like this, we might as well find another more reliable refugee group to join along the way."

Wu Ce patted his shoulder and consoled him, "You can't say that. After all, we know them well in our memories. Let's leave here together. Anyway, Yao has scouting sunglasses. It won't be too late to change them when we find a reliable team on the road."

"This is the only way." Xie Tianjiao smiled bitterly.

Or maybe he has been the one who has the final say for too long in the past thousand years, and the people who can work around him are more capable and obedient than each other.

So now I kind of look down on these people. This shortcoming needs to be corrected as soon as possible.

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With their words, and Zhao Guangde's harsh words, every household reluctantly decluttered and threw away things that would not be used on the road.

Finally we gathered together after dark.

Before setting off, the baby looked around furtively, but when he didn't see Lin's father, he was immediately overjoyed.

He sneaked into the bedroom where he had lived for only a few days, hid the things in his hand under the bed, and then got into the carriage as if nothing had happened.

Just after she left, another person came into the room, bent down and picked up the things that the baby had thrown away.

Wipe off the dust and put it in the bag.

Xie Tianjiao had a simple map he had drawn in his hand, so their carriage was in the front and the village chief's family followed behind them.

Generally, the teams walking in front and at the end are the most dangerous, but the few of them were confident in their own abilities and were not too worried.

Xie Tianjiao spread out his self-made map and said to Zhao Guangde beside him: "Our journey to Dongli is long this time. The Xiongnu in Beiji are strong, so we need to go around from Nanlin."

"Then where should we go first?" Zhao Guangde asked.

Xie Tianjiao pointed at a point on the map and said, "First, we must leave the Third Prince's fiefdom. This must be the first place to fall."

He pointed to another point and said, "We are heading to Lin'an City now. If we take the small road, we will pass through seven or eight villages and a big mountain."

Qi Xuyao ​​said leisurely, "The world is in chaos now. Don't save others on the road casually, or you will get yourself into trouble."

Zhao Guangde's expression froze, and he bowed to them: "Thank you for the reminder."

Xie Tianjiao put away the map: "Okay, let's go!"

He sat directly next to Qi Xuyao.

This was what they had agreed upon, two people in a group driving the carriage.

Qi Xuyao ​​and Zhang Zhilin each take a turn for half the time, and the other three take a turn for one-third of the time.

Compared with other people in the village, they didn't seem to be fleeing from famine, but rather like they were out for fun.

We didn't bring much stuff with us, just some on the roof of the carriage.

The explanation given to the outside world was that if they ran out of supplies later, they could purchase some from other cities when passing through, and that their family was not short of money.