Picked Up A Small Cannon Fodder

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

Grandma slapped grandpa lightly, "Children still need to sleep and grow up."

Grandpa looked embarrassed, not because he thought of it so early, but mainly because he got up early to cool off, and after that point, it would be very hot to go up the mountain.

The little trumpet quickly stated, "Baby is not afraid of heat!"

As long as the baby gets enough sleep, it doesn't matter. The little speaker is firm, and grandpa can't say anything.

Xiaolin was leaving the next day, but he was not in a hurry.He still has one day off today, so there is still time to leave after lunch.

Little Horn and Grandpa went up the mountain this time to pick some plums for him to take back. The plum collectors will come in two days.At that time, if you want to pick it up, you don’t have to pick it up.

Wei Yingran was still driving his red tricycle, with a small horn standing in the bucket.Wei Yingran wanted him to sit still, but Xiao Trumpan didn't want to, so he wanted to blow the wind and be the coolest kid in the village.

He wore an adult's straw hat on his little head, and he had to hold the rope with one hand to keep the hat from falling off when the car was driving.

Fortunately, we will soon reach the foot of the mountain, Wei Yingran breathed a sigh of relief.Look at the little speaker 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, we're here.

This is it?The little speaker is a bit reluctant, and I haven't sat down enough yet.Wei Yingran carried him out of the car, and the tricycle stopped casually under the shade of a tree, and he took out some snakeskin bags.

The little trumpet bounced, "I'll do it, let me do it."

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

The orchard on the mountain was quite big, and the end could not be seen at a glance. The little trumpet swallowed unconsciously when he saw the full fruit, "Grandpa, these are all yours."

"That's right." Wei Yingran was very proud, although from the beginning he wanted to live a comfortable life by himself on a hilltop, this orchard was not in his plan.But when he saw it bear fruit, Wei Yingran was really happy.

I also really experienced the joy of a good harvest. Looking at these fruits makes my heart feel comfortable.

Because he didn't think about making money from the orchard at first, and he didn't have much experience, so Wei Yingran usually came up to water these fruit trees.

There is nothing like spraying medicine, otherwise the fruit would not be so small.

Wei Yingran picked one at random and wiped it with paper. The small trumpet was more unrestrained than him. He asked his grandfather to pick one for himself, and then wiped it on his clothes before eating.

Wei Yingran was still a little dazed for a moment, who did this kid learn from.In fact, the small speaker is lazy.

Wei Yingran is about to start picking fruit. He has a magic tool for picking fruit, which is retractable and very convenient.

The little horn is short and can't pick the fruit at all, so this magical tool is naturally used for him. At first, the little horn didn't know how to use the fruit picker, but later on it turned out to be perfect.

Even if he can pick it up, the speed of the small speaker is still slower than that of grandpa.Because grandpa moved quickly, he picked it up and stuffed it into the snakeskin bag.

The small trumpets are picked one by one and eaten one by one, and they are wiped on the clothes so that they are not clean and they will not get sick after eating them.

Grandpa kept watching him while picking fruit, seeing that he had eaten too much, so grandpa took his fruit picker and used it by himself. Without the "tool of crime", the small horn stopped.

He knew that the food in the bag could not be eaten, it was for his parents, uncle's family, grandpa and elder brother Xiaolin to eat.No matter how greedy the little trumpet is, he can't eat it. If he can't take it anymore, he will sneak down and smell it, and then lick his lips.

After all, there is still the taste of the plums I ate just now on my lips, so it can be said that it is a very miserable little trumpet.

Waiyu fumbled and picked a bag or so, and he figured it would be enough.After a while, I picked too much and it was not easy to take it down the mountain. The small trumpet was working as a supervisor, "Too little, too little."

Wei Yingran weighed the sack with some difficulty.

He took a deep breath, "It's quite a lot, you will carry me down later."

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

Little Trumpet respects the facts and is never arrogant. Men just have to be brave enough to admit that they can't do it!

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

Little Trumpet thought for a while, "Why don't we roll it down."

"It must be smashed."

Little Trumpet thought about it, he couldn't give everyone rotten plums.

The little baby thought about it again, "Grandpa, can you move half of it?"

Wei Yingran nodded, "Yes."

Now that this is the case, the little trumpet is relieved. He said that he was going to unseal the bag, but his grandfather stopped him immediately, "What is this for?"

Little Trumpet clenched his fists with a firm expression on his face, "Let's eat half of it, and you can move in after eating half of Grandpa."

My God, the little one is such a genius.

He was afraid that his grandfather would not believe 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 down."

Little Trumpet opened his mouth wide in surprise, really?

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

The little trumpet waved at grandpa, and when grandpa bent over to get closer, the little horn suddenly stood on tiptoe and smacked grandpa's face, his hand clenched his fist to cheer up grandpa, "Come on!"

Grandpa's heart is full, ""Okay, grandpa will definitely work hard. "

After checking everything in the orchard, they were about to go down the mountain. It was already very difficult to talk to the small speakers when climbing the mountain. The rest of the journey was carried up by grandpa.When going down, grandpa would naturally not help him with the bag on his shoulders. The little speaker walked slowly, resolutely not shouting that he was tired, and not causing trouble to grandpa.

Little Trumpet found a lot of wild flowers when he went down the mountain. He picked some and planned to let his grandpa weave them into a garland for himself. The baby will also be beautiful.Grandpa carried the plums in front, and the little trumpet stopped and stopped all the way in the back, looking at flowers and trees for a while.

When the grandfather and grandson went down the mountain, it was already lunch time. Wei Yingran put the plums on the car and stood there to rest for a long time. This bag of plums exhausted him, and he really had to accept his old age.

The air in his chest seemed to be squeezed out, and every breath was hot and painful.Panting unevenly, the whole body is tired and weak.

In fact, it's just a bag of plums, and I can't buy anything now.You can buy it from abroad, let alone this little plum.But this plum has a different meaning, they planted it with their own hands.The old father just wanted to share with his daughter what he had grown with his own hands. This is not just a little food, but also the old father's heart.

When they went back, grandma had already cooked the meal, and Xiao Lin had eaten it all.Because the small horn was turned up too late, they really wasted too much time. As soon as grandpa's tricycle arrived at the door, they saw Xiao Lin walking out with big bags and small bags.

It's not only the grandfather who misses his daughter, but also the grandmother.She knew that her daughter was rich and had everything she needed, but Xiao Lin was leaving, so she still packed all kinds of mountain goods for her daughter.

These are all things she bought at the fair. Grandma waved her hand anxiously when she saw her wife, "Why didn't you answer the call!"

Wei Yingran really didn't hear it. Grandma looked at the things in the trunk carefully before she was relieved, "Hurry up and put the plum in the car, Xiao Lin has been waiting for you for so long. If he doesn't go back, it will be dark. "

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

Grandma hasn't forgotten to tell Xiao Lin, "I've prepared a separate portion for you here. Don't eat takeaways all the time when you're young. Don't ruin your body. Remember to eat what's given to you."

Kobayashi 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 I give myself a share.

Wei Yingran also patted Xiao Li on the shoulder, "There's also plums, I didn't have time to separate them, they were all packed together. When you go back, take out your own share."

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

Little Trumpet would cry heart-piercingly every time he was separated, his emotions were in place, if someone hadn't caught him, he would have rolled on the spot, "Woooooo don't go!"

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

Feng Hao hugged his younger brother, who twisted and struggled in his arms, as if he wanted to run with the car, but was locked tightly by his elder brother.

Heiwazi poked his head out from the next door when he heard the sound of the car, and in the distance was the voice of Heiwazi's grandma, "School, are your parents back?"

Little Trumpet was still crying, Heiwazi shook his head, "No!"

Grandma was cursing, her voice getting higher and higher, "I heard the car rang, and the little bastard is still trying to lie."

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

Grandma can no longer hear what she cursed, it seems to be dialect.Heiwazi walked from his own home to Wei Yingran's home. He looked at the crying trumpet, as if he had misunderstood something, "Your parents are also going to make money, don't you?"

The little trumpet suddenly froze, who, who doesn't want a baby anymore?

Wei Yingran knew that Heiwazi had misunderstood, and all the young people in the village had gone out.The same goes for Heiwazi's parents. They go out to work and come back only once a year, leaving their son to be taken care of by their parents.

The little trumpet hiccupped and wiped away tears, and Hei Wazi took out a piece of candy from his pocket. It was packaged in red and green, with Himalaya written on it.

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

"Himalayan." This is the wedding candy that grandma brought back from the banquet, and it is delicious.Hei Wazi was not willing to eat.

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

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

Feng Hao became very funny, and when the little trumpet was scratching his head and wondering what this kind of candy was called, he said softly from behind, "The Great Rift Valley of East Africa."

The little baby slapped his hands suddenly, "Your candy is fake."

Hei Wazi looked at him, "Impossible!"

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

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottle of Sangsang;