There are dirt roads in the village, and they are uneven. They are surrounded by green trees, and many birds are playing on them. You can see the fields in the distance, because it is still summer, and the fields are full of green.

Zongque looked around, familiar with the environment of this era, but he stumbled when he stepped down, his little hand was held up, and the young man next to him smiled and reminded: "You have to watch the road when walking, otherwise you will fall, fall.

It hurts so much..."

Zongque raised his eyes to look at him. Although he knew that he was talking to a child, he still remained silent for a while and nodded: "Yes."

The voice is childish and sounds very well-behaved.

"By the way, what's your name?" Xiangraku asked.

Although they lived in the same village, there was less interference on the West Street side than on the East Street side. He only knew that there were a few children there, but he couldn't recognize them all.

"Zongque." Zongque took a deep breath and gradually became accustomed to his own voice.

The fact has been established, this is just a necessary stage in life, and you will grow up slowly, it is just a temporary inconvenience.

Moreover, it is also very close to the person he is tasked with. Although he does not adapt well, it is a good thing that he does not have to choose, because his choice means the loss of life.

Although it may be a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, one person is often involved in a family, and it is a good thing that no one dies.

"Zong Que? Which Que?" Xiangle asked, looking at the child who answered solemnly.

Zongque pondered for a moment, and 1314 had already begun to remind: [Host, a three-year-old child is not old enough to read yet.]

In addition, there were no kindergartens in this era, most children were raised rough, adults may not be literate, and children's enlightenment was even later.

Zongque realized at this moment that he was not only limited in mobility, but also had to conform to the behavioral logic of a three-year-old child.

Zongque looked up at the young man who had been paying attention to him, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Seeing his serious look, Xiangle couldn't help but touched his head and said with a smile, "It's okay, I'll go back and ask, what's your nickname?"

Zongque frowned as he thought about his original nickname. In this era, cheap names were popular to make a living, so the boy's name was Chouwa. Children in the same village also had a series of nicknames such as Ergou, Stinky Dan, and Mangzi.

"I don't know." Zongque said without changing his expression.

"Then I'll ask him when the time comes." Xiangraku thought, calling her by name seemed unkind enough.

Zongque stopped walking, and Xiangle stopped and looked at him in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Don't you just think of looking for an adult?

"Don't ask." Zongque said after pondering.

Xiangle was a little confused, and after thinking about it, he asked tentatively: "Aren't you going to ask for your nickname?"

"Yeah." Zongque nodded in response.

"Why?" Xiang Le didn't quite understand. He looked at the child's stubborn little face, stretched out his hand to touch it and said with a smile, "Okay, if you say you won't ask, I won't ask. Then I'll give you a nickname.

What should I call it? Zongzi?"

The young man stood up straight, holding his little hand and thinking about his nickname. Zongque hesitated to follow him, having a hunch that such actions would not be uncommon in the future.

"No, no, no, there are a lot of people on West Street with the surname Zong. I guess there are quite a few people named this." The young man denied himself.

Zongque breathed a sigh of relief. Names are still very important. They follow a lifetime and cannot be decided casually.

The mountain road was a bit steep, and Zongque estimated that the distance was not that far, but he still overestimated his physical strength. He had just fallen into the water, and although his clothes dried quickly on a hot day, it was difficult for a three-year-old child to even support it.

He walked from the beginning of the village to the end of the village, let alone such a long way.

Zongque took a deep breath, his legs were so weak that he might fall if he took another step.

Xiangra looked at the child who was blushing a little, lowered his head and crouched down and asked, "Do you want me to carry you?"

Zongque looked at the quite far road and re-evaluated his steps. Even if he took three rests at a time, it would be difficult to walk back. However, the young man in front of him did not look strong, and it was still very difficult to pick him up.

"Sit." Zongque looked at the grass beside the road and said.

"You said you should rest for a while before leaving?" Xiangra tried to interpret what he meant, and smiled when he nodded, "It's okay, you're only here, I can hold you."

You are only so little, you are only so little, you are only so little...

Zongque's face froze for a moment, and then he was picked up by the young man in front of him, holding his armpits. Their eyes met. Xiangle looked at the somewhat confused child and found that he was very good-looking, with big and round eyes.

Although he is a bit thin, his face is chubby, but he doesn't seem to like to smile very much, and he has a serious look on his face.

Xiang Le came closer, rubbed his face with him and said with a smile, "Que Bao'er looks so cute."

So cute, so cute, so cute...

Zongque was caught off guard and was rubbed in the face. When he was carried by the boy towards the village, his face was a little dull. There is a sense of propriety between adults, but he has no sense of propriety when it comes to children, especially when the person in front of him is also a child.

"If you don't object, then I'll call you Que Bao'er from now on." Xiang Le said happily.

Zongque held his shoulders and looked at the mountain road that was obviously moving faster. He knew that he had no room for resistance at the moment. Calling this name was better than the original one: "Yeah."

Xiangraku hugged the soft little body in his arms, the happiness almost overflowing from the corners of his eyes and brows.

It's just that the three-year-old child looked light, and it was okay to hold him for a while. After carrying him for more than ten minutes, Zongque was put down. The boy held his knees and gasped: "Que Bao'er, you are so heavy."

Zongque looked at him expressionlessly. Children always go back on their word very quickly: "I'll go by myself."

"Then let's walk for a while, and I'll hug you later." Xiangra breathed out, shook his arm and took his little hand and explained, "Actually, I'm quite strong, but it's very heavy to hold you."

Zongque just looked at him and didn't answer his words.

"Actually, I can carry dozens of kilograms of things on my back." Xiangra turned to look at the basket on his back, his eyes lit up, "It's because I carried something on my back today, and I will unload it later and put you in this basket.

It will be easier to carry."

Zongque: "..."

[I agree!] 1314 can’t wait to agree with the 360-degree rotation.

Put the host in the basket and carry it on your back, lift the covering cloth, and there is a host hidden inside. This is where the host should stay.

It can!

[Give...] Zongque read out the word.

Although his voice was immature and his deterrence was reduced by half, it still made 1314 realize his mistake.

【I'm sorry.】1314 kowtows to admit his mistake, and slaps randomly when he gets up.

A kitten leading another kitten home is simply a dream to help every system.

It was already dusk when Zongque was rescued. He walked and walked like this, holding and holding him. When he finally arrived at the door of his house, there was only a little afterimage of the sun left, and Xiangle stopped at a door with a mud wall.

When he entered the door, there was the sound of chains rattling inside, and the dog barked crazily.

Such a voice is obviously that of a big dog.

"Dahoku, stop barking!" Xiangraku took out the key and opened the door. When he opened the door latch, he looked down at the child who was looking up at him and said, "Don't be afraid. The dog is chained and won't bite."

Most of the children in the village were afraid of passing by his house, but he was the only one in the house and it was impossible not to keep a dog.

"Don't be afraid." Zongque looked at the opened door.

Dogs protect their owners, but they also bully the weak and fear the strong. As long as they get along for a long time, they can naturally be tamed.

"Que Bao'er is so brave!" Xiang Le breathed a sigh of relief, led him across the threshold, turned around, closed the wooden door, and locked the bolt.

This courtyard is very large, at least for Zongque. There is the entrance hall in the front, and the corridor and courtyard in the middle. At a glance, there are three tile-roofed houses with raised thresholds. It looks very simple and heavy, but once you enter, it becomes clear

With a chill.

The courtyard is divided into vegetable gardens, with all kinds of vegetables arranged neatly. The doghouse is in the corner of the corridor. There is a small cabin built with wooden boards and some broken tiles on it. Because the dog keeps barking, it is placed in another corner.

The chickens in the chicken coop in one corner clucked a few times.

That dog was a big, ferocious-looking wolfdog, and it was definitely a ferocious beast to Zongque now.

"Daikoku, stop barking!" Xiangraku lowered his tone. The wolf-dog that had been barking at the strange smell stopped, but still stared closely at the person who had just appeared.

Zongque looked over and saw that the big dog's beastly pupils looked a little cold. When their eyes met, a threatened grunt came out of his throat, and his tail barely swung.

Xiangraku put the backpack on his back and wiped his sweat with a towel, not paying attention to the situation here. Zongque looked motionless, only his eyelids were slightly closed. The dog tested it repeatedly and whimpered and lay on the ground.

1314 At that moment, it felt like a little kitten transformed into a big tiger. Although the host was small, he had experienced countless battles.

So this is a pretty ferocious little milk cat that is brave enough to fight big wolf dogs.

"You're quite good today." Xiang Le pulled the water in the yard and called to Zong Que who was standing in the doorway, "Qu Bao'er, the water is hot, come and take a bath first."

Although the water in the river was not mixed, Zongque was sweating after lying in the mud beside the river and walking all the way. Zongque really wanted to take a bath.

"You wash in this basin." Xiangraku brought over a wooden basin and scooped water into it with a gourd ladle.

The basin was no bigger than a basin. Zongque assessed his own stature and silently took off his shirt.

Some things just get used to.

The short sleeves on his body were pushed up to the top of his head and pulled off. Zongque looked around with the dirty clothes, trying to find a place to put them, but saw a young man sitting on the bench next to him, holding his chin and looking at him, with a smile on his face.

.

Zongque: "..."

He couldn't see himself, and of course he didn't know how cute this look of self-reliance made his hair blow up looked to Sagara.

"What does Que Bao'er want?" Xiang Le asked.

"This." Zongque took his shirt and considered his words.

"Put it up here." Xiang Le stood up and pushed the bench he was sitting on over.

Zongque put his shirt away and looked at his small shorts. After a moment's hesitation, he pulled them down and walked into the basin. Then he found that not only was there no crowding, but there was also free space when he sat down.

"Que Bao'er is so awesome, I'll help you wash it." Xiang Le squatted over and said.

"Wash it yourself." Zongque looked at him and refused.

Although they are all children now, he doesn't have any thoughts about a child, but he can do it himself.

"Okay, it's cold at night, so don't play with the water for too long." Xiangraku placed the wooden soap box beside his basin and said, "Don't throw this into the water, just wipe it a little."

"Yeah." Zongque responded while sitting in the basin.

"Call me if you need anything." Xiangra looked into his dark and serious eyes, touched his head and got up and entered the kitchen.

The flame in the stove lit up, barely illuminating the small courtyard. Zongque picked up the water in the basin and washed his body. The water had been exposed to the sun for a day, and it even felt a little hot when poured on his body. He smeared soap on his body. , even applied to wet hair.

In this era, a small piece of soap is quite precious, and it is used for almost everything.

After washing with foam for the first time, Zongque picked up the ladle next to him and scooped up the water. When he washed it down, the smell of food came from the kitchen. Xiangra came out with the hot water and looked at the water that was being poured on his baby. The child said: "Que Bao'er is flushing?"

Zongque's movements froze. It's not bad for a three-year-old child not to drink the water. Bathing by himself is just a formality.

"That's awesome, do you want my help?" Xiangraku said, putting down the hot water ladle.

Zongque wiped off the water on his face and made sure that the boy in front of him had never taken care of a child. When he was unclear about the behavior of a three-year-old child, he stopped and said, "I will do it myself!"

"Okay, Que Bao'er will do it by himself." Xiangle picked up his own hot water and took the dog bowl again. Under the expectant look of the big dog, he opened a sack, scooped out the bran and mixed it with hot water. On the side, he petted the expectant big dog and said, "Let it go for a while."

The big dog was wagging its tail at him excitedly, but its owner, who could communicate with it for a long time, turned around and washed his hands, went into the dark room, lit a kerosene lamp, searched in the closet, and carried out a bunch of A pile of clothes.

"It should be there, where did it go?" the young man muttered to himself.

Zongque finished taking a shower and wiped his body with a dry cloth. He looked at the clothes lying on the side. After hesitating for a moment and picking them up, the young man walked out of the room and said, "Que Bao'er, you should wear this first. "

This is a small blue dress. The stitching is a bit thick, but the sewing is very strong. There is also a crooked word embroidered on it with needle and thread: Le.

Zongque put it on, lowered his head and looked at it and breathed a sigh of relief.

A three-year-old child doesn't have the concept of shame yet, but he does.

"It's so beautiful, so suitable." Xiang Le looked at him, wiped the water on his head with a dry cloth on the side, looked at the watery child under the starlight and said with a smile, "Que Bao'er, let's go eat."

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

The slightly cold dog bowl was pushed to the side of the doghouse. The big wolfdog ate without raising his head, and their dinner was also very simple.

The fire in the stove was not bright enough, so the boy specially brought a kerosene lamp over to illuminate the small area.

A small table, two benches, a few steamed potatoes, two bowls of corn porridge, and a side dish with little oil, water or condiments.

Zongque held the bowl and drank. The porridge was very clear, but it was enough to comfort his already hungry stomach. The young man took out the eggs from the cold water on the side, smashed them on the table, peeled the shells and put them on Zongque.

The plate in front of him said: "This is for you to eat."

Zongque flattened the bowl and looked at the boy who picked up the potatoes and ate them. The boy smiled and urged: "Que Bao'er, eat it quickly."

He hesitated and said, "Do you want to feed me?"

"No." Zongque refused, continued to drink his porridge, and then took a small potato.

"I'll help you peel it. Let's eat the eggs first." Xiangraku took the potato in his hand and peeled it off.

He has never raised children, but eggs are a rare thing. They are very expensive when sold outside, and children love to eat them.

Zongque tried to pick up the chopsticks, but found that the chopsticks were too long for him, and the three-year-old child's fingers were still quite weak and difficult to control.

"Just eat it with your hands." Xiangraku said, "Be careful of dropping it."

Zongque pondered for a moment, took the egg which was very important to him, and bit into it under the expectant eyes of the boy opposite.

This was his own chicken, which tasted quite good. When the peeled potatoes were placed in front of him, Zongque put the half-eaten eggs on the plate and went to get the potatoes.

"Eggs taste better than potatoes." Xiangraku looked puzzled at his behavior.

"I want to eat this." Zongque said while holding the potato.

Eggs are very precious. He is growing, and so is the boy.

"Your parents must love you very much." Xiangra looked at the remaining half of the egg and pursed his lips and said, "Then I'll save it for you to eat in the morning."

Que Bao'er is also the only child in the family. His parents must be very good to him, and it may be very hard for him to live with him.

"You eat." Zongque looked at his distressed expression and pushed the plate over.

"Huh?" Xiangraku looked at the child in front of him who was looking at him seriously, "Are you giving it to me?"

Zongque nodded. His original family background was not that good, and things like eggs were not always available on the table.

"Que Bao'er is so nice, I'd better keep it for you." Xiang Le laughed, "Brother doesn't like eggs."

Zongque listened to his lie and continued to push the plate: "You eat."

He couldn't change his current situation, but there were some things he could do.

"Okay." Xiang Le looked at his serious and stubborn expression, picked up the half egg and put it into his mouth, "Look at me eating it, Que Bao'er, hurry up and eat."

Zongque lowered his eyes and continued to eat the small potatoes in his hand.

The child's appetite was small, so Zongque didn't eat much. After cleaning up, Xiangle's hands and feet were very nimble. Zongque didn't need to do anything. He just looked at the child sitting next to him from time to time. He always looked at the child seriously.

Catching his gaze.

[Host, it’s getting dark, you should cry for your mother.] 1314 Always remember the host’s personality.

Zongque ignored him. He would do the same thing if he lived with someone who had children, but the boy obviously had never raised children, so there was no such doubt.

"Let me see, it's all wiped clean. Que Bao'er is great." Xiang Le took the cloth from his hand and checked his face and hands, "Let's go back to the house."

The kitchen stove was sealed, the door was closed, and Zongque followed him into the room. This place was not visible to the end, but was separated from the bedroom by a small door.

The kerosene lamp was put aside. Xiangraku put down the small bench in his hand, looked at the small bench that had been carried by the child and said, "You can put it down now."

Zongque put down his stool and looked at the dark and hazy room. There were a lot of things here, but they were all organized in an orderly manner. There were also a lot of bamboo strips on the table beside him, and a half-weaved basket.

Xiangraku sat at the table, looking at the children who were looking at him curiously. He got up and went outside. After a while, he came back and handed Zongque a big plum with moisture.

The previous one fell into the river. Zongque looked at the one in front of him and reached out to take it.

Xiang Le touched his head, sat at the table and said, "If Que Bao'er is sleepy, let's go to bed."

"Yeah." Zongque sat quietly aside, looking at the plum in his arms and putting it to his lips.

The skin is a bit sour, and when I finally bit it off, it was so sour that it hit my tear ducts, but the juice inside is sweet.

Xiangraku looked at the child who was eating the fruit with seriousness, wiped his hands, picked up the half-knitted basket on the table, and started knitting it bit by bit.

The kerosene lamp flickered, and the sound of the bamboo strips was a little monotonous, but it extended upward bit by bit.

Zongque looked at the young man under the shadow of the lamp. He was not old, and there was no one else here, but he still grew up tenaciously.

Zongque was gnawing plums seriously all night, and did not let the other party worry. However, the child's body became sleepy quickly, and the sleepiness came up as soon as he said it. Zongque yawned, and the young man who was arranging the bamboo strips looked over and said

: "Que Bao'er is sleepy?"

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

"Then go to bed first." Xiangra put down what he was holding, walked over and watched him nibbling on a shallow layer of plums all night, and brought them over, "We'll eat them tomorrow. I'll wipe them for you first."

Face."

When he took the remaining plums out of the house, he looked at them, broke them in half and ate them, then picked up the handkerchief and went into the house to wipe the child's face, then picked up the kerosene lamp and entered the back room.

Inside the room is a large wooden bed, covered with sheets full of large flowers. It is a bit old but very clean.

There was an iron basin and a kettle placed under the bed, and the rest of the place looked a little empty.

Xiang Le got into bed, spread out the quilt and pillows and looked back: "Que Bao'er will stay here tonight."

He focused his eyes on the child, only to find that the child, who had been well-behaved all night, stood there blankly looking at the bed.

He panicked, got out of bed and said, "How about we stay here tonight?"

If you suddenly lose your parents, you may cry.

Zongque withdrew his gaze from the bed that was almost level with him, looked at the worried young man squatting in front of him, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Even if you don't cry, you still have to show some emotions when you suddenly leave home. No matter how big-hearted a child is, it will be uncomfortable when you suddenly leave your parents. You still have to follow the basic behavioral logic and not be too unusual.

Xiangraku looked at the silent child in front of him, his heart tightened slightly and he said: "They just went to a far away place to do errands, and they will come back to pick you up after they finish their errands."

They won't come back, but as time goes by, they will slowly forget.

Zongque raised his eyes and saw that he didn't speak.

The young man in front of me probably used these words to persuade him for so many years.

"Shall we sleep?" Xiangraku asked, looking at him calmly.

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

"Que Bao'er is so good." Xiang Le stood up, picked him up and put him on the bed, saying, "You sleep in there."

Zongque looked at the height of the bed, took a deep breath and walked inside, pulled away the quilt and lay down.

"Isn't the pillow a little high for you?" Xiangraku always paid attention to him, looking at the person who had almost half of his body on the pillow, got out of bed and fetched some old clothes, folded them neatly and replaced them.

Zongque's pillow, looking at the little person lying on the bed, gave me an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

"Call me if you need anything at night." Xiangra took out the pillow and put it away. He looked at the child who was looking at him in the shadow of the lamp and touched his head. "If you want to pee..."

His words were stuck, and he hesitated and asked: "Que Bao'er, are you still wetting the bed?"

Zongque's face froze. A three-year-old child's nerves have not yet fully developed. Bedwetting is also a normal physiological phenomenon. This situation is likely to occur once you sleep deeply or drink too much water. This is not a disease and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.

control.

"Wait a minute, I'll look for an oilcloth." Xiangraku got out of bed, found an impermeable oilcloth, lifted up a thin mattress and spread it underneath, then straightened the quilt and looked at the little boy who was waiting quietly aside.

The child said, "You can sleep now."

Zongque lay down silently. It was impossible not to sleep deeply, otherwise it would affect his health. It seems that he should not drink more water before going to bed in the future.

"Why don't you pee again before going to bed?" Xiangraku said, holding up the urinal.

Zongque looked at him silently, then climbed out of bed silently.

It is normal for children to lack experience in raising children.

Perhaps the cause of bedwetting was resolved and Zongque's sleepiness was gone. He was not in a hurry to get into bed. The young man put down the urinal and thought, "What else can be done?"

"Brush your teeth." Zongque reminded.

"By the way, you haven't brushed your teeth yet." Xiangraku put down the urinal and ran to rummage through the cabinets. When he came back, he brought a glass of water and said, "There is no toothbrush at home. I will go to Grandpa Zhang to make one for you tomorrow. Rinse first.

Rinse your mouth, I just ate something sweet."

Zongque drank water and rinsed his mouth. When he lay down on the bed again, he felt his head hurt. Age had a great influence on his judgment. He had to adapt to this body and identity as soon as possible.

Xiangraku went out and brought back some fresh mint scent. The kerosene lamp flickered. The child lying on the quilt was already fast asleep. I don't know whether it was because his eyelashes were too long or he was too tired. His eyes were a little twitchy.

Qing, breathing is also very light.

Xiangraku carefully got into bed and put his hand on the tip of his nose to make sure he was asleep. Then he put out the kerosene lamp and pulled up his quilt.

Originally he was just lying on his back, but after a while he turned over and turned to the bed. It was very quiet in the middle of the night, and the child's shallow breathing could be heard in the room.

The young man pulled up the corner of the quilt and rubbed it gently on the tip of his nose. He would also have a companion in the future.

When I fell asleep late at night, there was no longer any noise in the courtyard.

…

Early morning came with the sound of roosters crowing, one after another, far and near. When Zongque woke up, the sky outside was still hazy, but he could already see things in the house clearly through the skylight.

The person who was lying next to him last night was getting up from the bed and carefully folding the quilt. When Zongque sat up, his movements stopped. The boy's voice was a little soft, but with a smile: "Wake you up?"

Come on, sleep a little longer."

Zongque got up. The child's body had become sleepy early in the night, and he had already had enough sleep.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Xiangra asked as he folded his quilt.

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

Xiangraku climbed to the window and opened the curtains. He looked at the yawning child and asked, "Did you wet the bed?"

Zongque's expression froze, he touched the clean quilt and said, "No."

There won't be any in the future.

"Que Bao'er is so awesome." Xiang Le crawled over and spread out the quilt and folded it when he got out of bed.

In just a short time, the sky was already bright. Xiangle got out of bed. Zongque sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his shoes and thinking about how to get out. However, he saw the young man picked up his shoes and said with a smile: "Quickly."

Sit down and I'll dress you."

Zongque hesitated and sat down. The young man stepped on a shoe for him and said, "Put your feet on hard."

Zongque pushed his feet hard, and then received praise again: "Que Bao'er is awesome!"

It seemed like he had done something extraordinary.

Although the teenager has never taken care of children, he is quite familiar with how to get along with children.

If Zongque was a real child, he would definitely be very happy, but he is not. He just wants to be self-reliant.

After putting on his shoes, the young man took him off the bed and said, "Let's go wash our face and brush our teeth."

The mornings in July and August were very warm, so I poured cold water into the basin. The two of them squatted on both sides and washed their faces.

face.

"Little hands." Sagara said as he took off the towel.

Zongque handed over his hand, wiped it dry, and then plucked the raised hair from his forehead.

Although he seemed to accept it, 1314 felt that the host had a sense of self-abasement.

The water in the basin was poured out, Xiangra hung up the towel and went out: "Wait for me at home, I'll be back soon."

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

The door was closed, and the boy's footsteps hurried.

Zongque took a deep breath and looked towards the courtyard. The lying big wolf dog was looking at him. When he saw him looking over, his tail wagged slightly.

The chicken was in a wooden coop, and there was wheat bran in the feed box. Even if he was left alone, he couldn't do anything.

I can't feed the dogs, I can't feed the chickens, I can't make a fire, I can't cook.

The boy went there for a few minutes and hurried back, bringing back a simple toothbrush, purely handmade, made of wood, and the top was obviously made of pig hair.

Boar bristle brushes, very simple toothpaste, and a series of electrical appliances such as TV sets were not available at home. Zongque was also able to judge the pace of development of this era.

"Brush up and down, yes, yes, yes." Xiangle guided the child who was brushing his teeth. He felt that he was really smart and knew how to do it as soon as he said it.

After the teeth were brushed, the foam was spit out, and Zongque's face was wiped clean again, the boy entered the kitchen.

When the stove fire came up, smoke rose from this home like other homes.

The hot water was mixed with wheat bran, and new wheat bran was put in the chicken's feed box. While the hen was pecking, the boy took an egg from it and entered the kitchen.

When the meal was served, eggs were included in the stir-fried vegetables, which were paired with corn pancakes and batter, making it a simple breakfast.

After breakfast, the boy cleaned things, fed the dog and put on the basket from yesterday. He looked at the child who had been looking at him seriously and smiled and said: "Brother is going to deliver something, can you come with me?"

"Yeah." Zongque nodded and followed him.

Xiangraku took his straw hat and held his hand. When he left the house and locked the door, he put the straw hat on the child's head.

The straw hat was not big for the boy, but to Zongque it was like a dark cloud covering his head. His sight was blocked for a moment, and he tried to touch the edge to take it off, but found that his hands were a bit short.

Zongque: "..."

1314 felt so cute in his heart, but in order to prevent the host from reporting any disagreement, he could only suppress his excitement and shoot wildly, feeling that his mechanical heart was running too fast and would be scrapped.

Xiang Le also discovered this when he locked the door. He picked up the straw hat that the child had tried hard to hold up. He looked at the messy hair and touched it with his hand, and said with a smile, "Thank you Que Bao'er for helping brother get the straw hat."

Zongque took a deep breath and felt that he needed to grow up quickly.

After his hair was combed, Xiangle led him out of the house. The place they went to was not far away, in the same village, and it was the time to work in the fields in the morning.

Many people said hello, some who knew it said hello twice, but those who didn't know asked: "Ugly baby, whose child is this?"

"This belongs to my family." Xiang Le said with a smile.

"Isn't this a child of the Zonglin family?"

"Don't say it, don't say it, Zong Lin and his wife are gone."

When a person dies, there is originally a funeral, but there is no one left in the family, and even the body is not found after the flood, so there is no way to mention the funeral.

"Are you really planning to raise one?" someone asked.

"Well, I brought them all back." Xiangle took the child's hand and looked at his raised face, feeling that he might not understand.

"Where did you find these clothes?" A passerby asked, "They fit you well."

"This is my childhood clothes." Xiangraku said.

"Children grow up quickly. I have some old ones for you to wear," said the woman carrying a hoe.

"Okay, thank you Aunt Zhang." Xiang Le thanked her, pulled the child beside her and smiled, "Que Bao'er, say thank you."

"Que Bao'er? Isn't his name Niu Wa?" Aunt Zhang asked.

Zongque's eyes were calm, Xiangle looked at the child beside him and said, "Change the place and change the name."

"Yes, if you want to deliver something, hurry up." Aunt Zhang said.

"Let's go, Que Bao'er." Xiang Le pulled him up and said.

The place to send things is not far away, it just needs to be delivered from house to house, and the backpack contains all kinds of things, maybe a pack of buttons, a pack of needles, a few bundles of thread, or some lace and fabrics,

And these things were handed over in exchange for some odd money.

A few cents were scattered and scattered into his small cloth bag.

"The buttons you brought back this time are really good. When will you go next time?" asked the woman who paid.

"It will take a few days. Then I will come over if you want anything." Xiangraku said.

"Okay." The woman looked at Zongque who was sitting next to him, pulled him away and sighed, "You said you want to have a child now. It's not easy to raise such a small child. How many days can you raise it? Wait.

Do you know that when his uncle’s people come to pick up his house and land, they will send it over quickly?”

"Okay, I understand." Xiang Le responded with a smile. When saying goodbye, he took Zong Que's little hand and asked, "Are you tired?"

Zongque shook his head. There was a small horse in the basket on his back. Every house he visited would become his resting place.

"Que Bao'er is so good." Xiang Le put away the pony and put it away, "They will be delivered soon."

There were a lot of messy things in the backpacks, and it was almost noon when all the items were delivered to each household. The village had a lot of slopes, and the residents were scattered, but the trees were shady, and even at noon, the road was shady.

We went back to have lunch. The sun was shining in the vegetable garden, and the big wolf dog was hanging out its tongue. Zongque sat under the shade of the tree in the yard, watching the ants passing by his feet, thinking about the next days, while the boy

He opened the door next to him, took out the tools from inside, split the bamboo into several sections and woven it on it.

The chirping of cicadas was very loud, and occasionally there was the sound of children passing by laughing and playing outside the door, which caused the dog that was originally lying down to stand up like a carp and start barking wildly. Xiangraku stopped him every time, but only when people passed by.

Only then will it become quiet again.

Zongque looked at the big dog lying down, and the other dog looked at him, its tail wagging gently.

"Dahei likes Que Bao'er very much." Xiang Le looked up at this scene and said with a smile.

1314 thinks that is scary.

Zongque turned to look at him, and the young man smiled and said, "Does Que Baoer like Dahei?"

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

Although a little unruly, compared to what he looks like now, he definitely looks like a ferocious beast, but the appearance of this dog is indeed very majestic, and it gives the boy a sense of security when he lives alone, and it accompanies him in his growth when he is not here.

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"How about you feed it tonight?" Xiangraku asked.

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

Bamboo and bamboo strips were woven into a cage bit by bit. The boy's hands were very flexible, but also very rough. There was a thick layer of calluses on them, which was given to him by life. It was just Zongque who tried to touch those bamboos.

Mo Shi was stopped.

"Que Bao'er, don't touch it randomly, it will hurt a lot if you get pricked." The young man stopped him.

Zongque could only give up. At the age of three, he was at an age where he could just stay quiet and not cause trouble, but he also didn't want to accomplish anything.

After noon, someone knocked on the door here and brought some children's old clothes. After a brief greeting, Zongque was pulled to thank him.

Thank you for your words. Aunt Zhang looked at the neatly cleaned child and her hands itched for a moment: "You really did a good job in cleaning up."

As she watched, she bent down and stretched out her hand. Zongque grabbed the young man's clothes and hid them behind his back.

The teenager lives here and has a good relationship with the neighbors, but as a three-year-old child, this is the only way to escape.

"Oh, don't let me touch you yet." Aunt Zhang stood up and said with a smile.

"He's a little shy." Xiangra said, protecting the child who was hiding behind him.

"I'm quite close to you, and I'm quite destined. That's okay, I'm leaving." Aunt Zhang said.

"Okay, see you Aunt Zhang." Xiangle carried the baggage with clothes. When he closed the door, he turned around and looked at the child who came out from behind him, and knelt down to look at him.

Zong Que also looked at him, thinking about what he had done like a child just now, when the young man stretched out his hands to rub his cheeks and said with a smile, "Que Bao'er only lets his brother touch his head, right?"

Xiangraku felt a little happy, it was so special, as if the child he had picked up had recognized him and would not be taken away by others.

Zongque looked at the young man's happy expression and hesitated for a moment before replying: "Yes."

"Come on, let's go see what clothes Aunt Zhang has given us." Xiang Le stood up, picked up the baggage and took his little hand and said, "If the weather is good tomorrow, we have to wash clothes."

The clothes that were delivered were all a little old, and Zongque didn't choose any style. The young man compared them one by one and was very satisfied, until he picked up a pair of pants with an open crotch and said, "This is quite convenient."

Zongque refused directly with a dull face: "I won't wear it."

Although little boys in this day and age are running around without even wearing pants and no one says anything, he definitely doesn't wear them.

Xiangraku looked at the child who was full of resistance, held up the pair of pants and said, "You can wear them at night, it's convenient."

Zongque firmly refused: "No."

"This style looks pretty good." Xiangraku thought, "Why don't you sew it up and wear it."

Zongque stopped talking. Children grow up quickly, and clothes are also very valuable in this era.

"Then it's settled." Xiang Le folded his pants and said with a smile, "Que Bao'er knows how to be shy at such a young age."

Zongque was alert, but the next moment the young man touched his head and praised: "It's so cute."
Chapter completed!