Picked Up A Small Cannon Fodder

The car passed by quickly, the scenery on the side of the road reversed, the small horn made up for it, and I felt very excited now.

This is his first time here, and Feng Hao has been here several times.

There is a beautiful two-story western-style building in the village that Feng Tingyun bought back then. He once participated in the design. This is the place where their family escaped the summer heat.

It's just that the small horn is not in good health and has never traveled far.

The place has been vacant for the past two years, and Wei Xue hired someone to clean it before coming here, but it was still necessary to tidy up on the first day of moving in.

Although Feng Tingyun also wanted to come, but he was so busy with work that he could only watch his wife and son go on vacation bitterly.

If there is anything special about the houses here, it is that other people’s houses are town houses with two stone lions at the door.There are two calf statues at the door of every household here.

All because of the pasture here, the pasture has not only developed the supply of milk sources but also opened to the outside world, becoming a scenic spot.

Therefore, the villagers rely on the ranch to start a farmhouse, and the little cow has become the symbol of the village.

Wei Xue carried the little speaker out of the car, then went to the trunk to pick up the luggage.

Little Trumpet suddenly became alert, his little snack!

The little baby ran over on short legs, "I'll take it, let me take it!"

The matter of him secretly stuffing snacks into the suitcase must not be exposed. Wei Xue is a little relieved by his positive appearance, the child is sensible.

Little Trumpet went in with his suitcase, but when he crossed the threshold, he encountered difficulties. He went in first, but the suitcase was still outside. If he carried the suitcase, he couldn't get in.

The threshold was too difficult for his short legs, but fortunately Jiang Fang helped him when he saw it, the little trumpet raised his face and said thank you in a childlike voice, Jiang Fang pinched his little fleshy face, " You're welcome."

Their rooms are all on the second floor, which is no different from grandpa's home, so two people share a room.

Feng Hao is going to sleep with his younger brother, but according to the arrangement of the big and the small, Feng Shixia and Feng Hao share a room, and Jiang Fang shares a room with Little Trumpet.

Feng Hao was a little sullen, but he didn't care about his younger brother.

Little Trumpet doesn't care who shares a room with, as long as he doesn't share a room with his mother.Otherwise, there would be no way to steal the snacks he prepared!

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

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

The owner of the farmhouse has a daughter who is about the same age as Little Trumpet, with two shofar braids and a little pink skirt bouncing around in the yard.

The little trumpet was placed on a high stool and sat by the window, and when he turned around, he happened to see her.

"little baby."

Wei Xue followed his gaze, "You are also a baby."

The little trumpet blinked, and the proprietress brought her daughter a glass of milk, "Qianqian, we can play after drinking."

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

Little Trumpet swallowed anxiously, and patted his mother's arm, "Xiao Liulai, mother, grandma Xiao Liu."

His voice was not too low, and the proprietress was attracted to this cute, white and tender child at a glance. He was so plump and lovable.

Wei Xue smiled at the proprietress embarrassedly, "Excuse me, is that milk still available? I want to buy a few cups."

Several children have to be taken care of, the proprietress nodded, "Yes, I will send it to you right away."

The milk here is regardless of the cup or bucket!

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

Because there are children who are about the same age, the proprietress inevitably exchanged some pleasantries, "Your baby loves milk very much."

Wei Xue nodded, "Milk is his life, so I brought him here because he insisted on arguing to see the cows."

Qianqian held her mother's leg timidly. The proprietress had found a positive teaching material. She looked at her daughter and said, "Look at my brother, is he white and beautiful? He just drinks milk to make him look like this. You have to be careful in the future." drink milk."

Qianqian and Xiao Trumpet's eyes met, and she praised sincerely, "My brother is a little princess!"

Only princesses can be fair-skinned, beautiful and delicate. Qianqian's favorite is the princess.

Little Trumpet scratched his head and refused, "Baby is not."

Facing the child, Qianqian gradually opened up the conversation, "You must be a princess if you are so cute."

Little Trumpet was dubious, he looked at his mother suspiciously, "Baby doesn't want to be a boar, can baby be a calf?"

Wei Xue didn't even have time to cover his mouth, and the little guy uttered his doubts. He sighed heavily, "Actually, the baby wants to be a human being the most."

Qianqian was surprised to find that he didn't even know what a 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, they were two mothers who were raped by their babies.

The two chatted with the duck for a long time, and finally decided to go to the pasture together tomorrow morning without knowing how happily.

Wei Xue still admired her son, "You made new friends so quickly?"

In this way, I don't worry that he won't be able to adapt to the kindergarten life. Little Trumpet scratched his head and continued to eat fried fresh milk.

The next day, the little girl came to call the door after six o'clock, and the whole family was still asleep. She knocked on the door persistently and shouted the name of Xiao Trumpet at the top of her voice.

The little trumpet 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 himself to milk the little cow.

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

Alas?What is soft.

Jiang Fang was awakened all of a sudden, Xiao Trump just lowered his head to confirm, the sudden opening of his eyes frightened him, and he sat down on Jiang Fang's head.

The little girl was not too 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 is already 06:30. The milking will be at seven o'clock. If you don't leave, you will miss it."

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

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

Wei Xue knocked on the door of Jiang Fang and Xiao Trump's room, Jiang Fang said, and Wei Xue came in and found that the two of them had already dressed.

Little Horn wore a bib and yellow rain boots, needless to say it was Jiang Fang's credit.

That's great, Wei Xue breathed a sigh of relief, "Then let's go, Qianqian is already waiting."

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

Only Wei Xue and Jiang Fang 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 auntie did not.

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

The ranch is full of cow dung, Wei Xue can't accept it, so let the little speaker feel it for himself.

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

Qianqian's uncle, the owner of the ranch, had been waiting for a long time. He took the small bucket from his niece and took the three children inside.

The little trumpet took a step, the smell of cow dung became stronger the further he went in, and the touch of his little boots was not very good.

The little Trumpet was already crying and regretting, and the milking workers had already started to get busy. The boss brought them to a docile little cow, "Today, uncle taught you how to milk."

The talking kung fu little cow lowered her head and licked the little trumpet's hair.

Little Trumpet froze and didn't dare to move, Wei Xue waved to him from outside, "Honey, be brave, the little cow is playing with you."

Bitch... bitch can't be brave!

The little trumpet was licked and wobbled, he looked at his mother and let out a cry for help, "baa~"