Skillfully opening the door with a goat's horn, Yang Meie walked in and saw the two sisters who were sleeping on the kang table. One of them got on the kang, curled up her four legs and lay next to Fuya, quietly looking sideways.

she.

Suddenly, "Chichijiji..." a furry little thing came out from under Jiang Guoguo's clothes, and rushed to the side of the sheep with two thin feet. Chicken Jiji looked up in front of him.

The huge creature seemed to be full of doubts in its eyes.

The sheep lowered its head and pushed the little pheasant aside to prevent it from getting close to its little master - it was enough for the little master to have me as a pet, and the other animals quickly retreated.

The chicken was chirping, but the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers. He thought the sheep was playing with it, so he pecked the sheep's nostrils and screamed "chirp, chirp, chirp" happily.

The sheep lay its head on its front legs, blew out two streams of air from its nostrils, and bared its big teeth, trying to scare the chicken away.

Unexpectedly, this little pheasant did not retreat but moved forward, with its head inserted into its mouth, and then its entire body got in, leaving only its two little feet outside.

At this time, Jiang Guoguo woke up. She rubbed her eyes and saw the sheep. She was about to say hello to it, but she saw two chicken feet wriggling in its mouth, and she cried "Wow" immediately.

Song Ziran was woken up instantly and looked at the little crying bag: "What's wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

"The sheep ate my chicken Jiji, my poor little Jiji, you died so miserably!" Jiang Guoguo imitated the cry of the old lady in the village, wiping her tears with one hand and clapping her hands with the other.

thigh.

The sheep seemed to have been stabbed on its acupoints, and it didn't dare to move for a long time. It looked at its little master with a pair of black eyes - I said, it got into my mouth on its own, do you believe it or not?

Seeing that it kept opening its mouth, Song Ziran hurriedly took out the little pheasant from its mouth. The chicken jumped to Jiang Guoguo's side, tilting its head and staring at her as if watching the fun.

Jiang Guoguo just closed her eyes and howled: "My chicken is chirping! Why did you die? You were born less than half a day ago and you haven't seen this colorful world yet, wuwuwu..."

"Stop crying, your little pheasant is fine!" Song Zira's howling made her head hurt.

Jiang Guoguo burped and opened her moist eyes: "Really? My chicken, Jijiji, was eaten by the sheep, and it's not dead yet?"

Song Ziran comforted him and said, "I haven't eaten! You have forgotten that sheep eat grass and do not eat meat. They are playing around! Look, isn't your chicken doing a good job?"

Jiang Guoguo lowered her head and saw the little pheasant attacking her toes. She wiped her tears, tapped the little pheasant's head, and said in a sweet voice: "Be good, and if you scare me again, I'll eat you."

Lose!"

The little girl moved her toes that were pecked a little itchy, and looked at her sister Fuya: "Sister, is Chicken Chiji hungry? What does it eat? Rice?"

Song Ziran's best friend in her previous life bought two chicks for her children at the school gate. It seemed that they were going to feed them sesame seeds or millet at first. She said to Jiang Guoguo: "Just wait!"

After saying that, she jumped off the kang, rushed into the Jiang family's kitchen, pinched some sesame seeds from it, and sprinkled it in front of the little pheasant. The little pheasant tilted its head and looked at it, as if it didn't know it was for food.

Jiang Guoguo tapped the sesame seeds with her fingers and urged: "Eat quickly! Grow up quickly when you are full!"

The little pheasant thought she was playing with it, so it pecked her finger with its pointed beak, tickling her finger.

Jiang Guoguo hid her little hands behind her back and said angrily: "The chicken is disobedient. If you don't eat, you will starve to death! Eat quickly, eat quickly!"

The little pheasant was walking around next to the sesame seeds. Jiang Guoguo was so anxious that she almost started to teach it how to eat sesame seeds, muttering: "Eating like this! How stupid! Not as smart as a sheep at all!"

"

The sheep looked at the little one who could only chirp with disdain - just it? Is it worthy of being compared with Uncle Sheep?

Finally, the little pheasant lowered his head and pecked a sesame seed, slurped it up, and slowly went to eat the second, third...

There was another chirping sound inside the torn cotton-padded jacket. Song Ziran opened it and took a look. At some point, two more pheasants hatched out.

Jiang left Fu Ya at home for lunch, and the stew for lunch was the pheasant that Jiang Qiuyuan had caught. Jiang's cooking skills were average, and Song Ziran couldn't bear to kill a pheasant in vain, so she helped out. The so-called help was what she dictated,

Jiang executed.

"Not to mention, with little Fu Ya helping me, my little pheasant stewed with mushrooms is really good. I'm going to catch up with Aunt Song." Jiang Zhixue picked up a chicken leg, put it into Song Ziran's bowl, and ate a piece by herself.

Very tasty mushrooms - delicious!

Mrs. Jiang praised Song Ziran like a flower: "Our Fuya is not only talented in studying medicine, but also learned her breast-feeding skills 100%. I did what she said. Comparing it with what I did before,

That’s all pig food!”

Everyone in the Jiang family, who ate "pig food" every day, paused with their chopsticks, looked at each other, and quickly picked up the rice. A large pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms, the family ate it all, even the soup was gone.

Mix it with rice and eat it without leaving any drop.

When Mrs. Jiang saw that Song Ziran was about to go back, she said, "How about taking a nap at our house? Your family is busy and no one will take care of you!"

"It's time for the vegetable seedlings I raised to be transplanted to the vegetable garden. My mother is alone at home and is too busy." The little girl's voice was sweet and crispy, with a bit of milky flavor. When she spoke, her voice was so full.

Her pair of big eyes that seem to be able to talk, looking at you like this, make people want to send the whole world to her.

Jiang couldn't help but soften her voice: "We Fuya can also grow vegetables! We are really capable! But today you haven't completed the task of reading, what should we do?"

"I... take it back and read it. I promise to recognize the characters on the first two pages of "Shen Nong's Materia Medica" and memorize them." Traditional Chinese characters are still difficult for Song Ziran, especially some uncommon characters in the pharmacopoeia.

Heyi. However, her memory is quite good, so it is not difficult to learn.

"Okay then! I'll give you a test on how to do milk tonight!" Mrs. Jiang filled her purse with snacks and watched her go out.

Jiang Zhixue smiled and said: "My mother is teaching a child who is less than four years old to read the words in a medicine book. Isn't this difficult for her? It is difficult for ordinary children to remember two lines, but you still ask her to read two pages of words.

Isn’t it a bit counterproductive?”

Jiang glanced at her and said: "I originally just wanted to teach her the first few lines, but who knew she would remember it so quickly. Fuya, a child, always knows what she is doing, and she won't lie about tasks she can't complete.

"

Jiang Zhixue put down the medicinal materials in her hands, went into the room and took a look at her little daughter who was sleeping soundly on the kang. She shook her head and said, "You really have to compare things! Children who are smart, sensible, well-behaved, and talented are all from other families.
Chapter completed!