When Wanwan gave Yan Shu the small basket, she gave him some dishes.

Yan Shu looked at the basket of dishes and said a little ashamed: "Wanwan, these are yours."

"Yes, I want to share it with you, then they are yours now."

Wanwan didn't care, and she didn't give it to her.

She is so smart. Uncle Yan said that the children with the most types of vegetables can live in a big house, so she had to try to bring her brother in.

Yan Shu reached out and touched Wanwan's head: "Wanwan, you really look like a little angel."

Wanwan nodded: "I am the little Tianshi."

Yan Shu looked at Wanwan's serious look and couldn't help laughing shyly.

So cute.

"I plan to find my brother, where are you?" Wanwan asked.

Yan Shu looked at the big goose tied under the tree and quickly made up his mind: "I'll be with you."

If a person goes on the road alone and encounters a big goose, he will collapse.

So Wanwan took Yan Shu on the way.

The two walked from the village to the end of the village and finally heard Xia Zhihuai's voice outside the yard.

His voice was really recognizable, and Wanwan couldn't say it. Anyway, she could judge the first sentence she heard.

"Brother must be here!" Wanwan walked forward excitedly, and Yan Shu followed closely behind.

The two children stood at the gate and saw Xia Zhihuai pushing the mill in the yard at a glance.

"elder brother!"

Wanwan was in a state of excitement, and she finally found someone to show off.

...

Xia Zhihuai was a little dazed when he heard Wanwan's voice.

The main reason is that he is going to be tired.

When pushing the mill, Wanwan's powerful talisman was useful at the beginning, but later he became more and more difficult, and he realized that the powerful talisman had expired.

But half of the beans in the bucket were not ground well. When he gritted his teeth and pushed the millstone, he felt a little crying.

He is weak, really weak.

Why are there any such thing as millstones these days?

The most important thing is that there is a millstone, why don’t you keep a donkey that pulls a millstone?

His "human donkey" is really bitter.

It must be the design link of the program team, it's too terrible.

After Xia Zhihuai let go of his hand, he turned his head to look at Wanwan who was running in from outside the yard, picked her up immediately, and asked in her ear in a low voice: "Do you have any big power talismans? Please give me a stack of them."

Wanwan looked at him suspiciously: "No."

"Don't you like to swallow talismans very much?" Xia Zhihuai didn't believe it.

Wanwan said alertly: "Then what do you want to talismans?"

Xia Zhihuai: "Pushing the mill, your brother, I'm almost tired, so I'll help you."

"Okay." Wanwan lay on his shoulder, looked at a big stone mill, and dug it out of her pocket, then took out a piece of talisman paper and stuffed it into his collar, "Only one."

Xia Zhihuai breathed a sigh of relief: "Enough."

Only half a bucket of beans are left, and a talisman is enough.

Xia Zhihuai lowered his head and snuffed on her cheek, raised it and praised: "Wanwan, I just realized today that you are really worth it!"

Wanwan blinked her big black and round eyes: "???"

After two seconds, she was placed on the ground by Xia Zhihuai and left behind her in an instant, she realized.

"Brother, what did you think I was before?"

Xia Zhihuai had already pushed the millstone up and was almost taking off on the spot.

He was in a relaxed mood and replied happily: "Of course I was a small carrot spirit in the world before! I was short and dumb."

Wanwan stood aside and looked at him in shock.

Yan Shu walked behind her and touched the silly hair on her head: "Wanwan, don't be sad, come home with me and be my sister."

Xia Zhihuai suddenly stopped and looked down at Yan Shu.

"You want to steal my sister?"

Yan Shu looked at the tall and handsome Xia Zhihuai and nodded honestly: "I will be tall and handsome in the future. Wanwan will be my sister, and I will always be with her."

"Unlike you, Wanwan grows up, you get old."

Xia Zhihuai's pupil earthquake: "???"

What is this kid talking about?

He, Niuhulu Xiaxia, is old?

Wanwan looked back at Yan Shu and said in confusion: "How come brother is old?"

The lifespan of the Qinglong is longer than that of her original peach tree.

The last Qinglong God, who lived for hundreds of thousands of years.

My brother still has a long lifespan. Maybe even if she is gone, my brother will never grow old.

Wanwan said to Yan Shu seriously: "Brother will not grow old, he will always be young."

Xia Zhihuai was originally a little shocked, but when he came to his senses, he was broken by Wanwan's words.

Sure enough, my dear sister!

"I tell you, Yan Shu, you can't rob me."

Xia Zhihuai raised his hand to cover Wanwan's head and showed off: "My sister is only my sister, and no one can take it away."

"No matter how handsome, tall, or outstanding you are in the future, Wanwan will be me - Xia Zhihuai, the only sister."

Yan Shu was a little depressed. Is there no other way?

Wanwan nodded vigorously, then reached out to pat Xia Zhihuai's back of his hand, and reached out to hold Yan Shu's sleeve.

"Brother Yan Shu, don't be sad. Although I can't go home with you, I can be your sister when recording the show."

Yan Shu raised her head, which had originally been hanging down, and looked at Wanwan's sweet smiling face: "Really?"

"Yeah." Wanwan nodded.

Xia Zhihuai looked at Wanwan who was temporarily turning against her, with a question mark face: "???"

"Tao Wanwan, are you becoming too rebellious?"

"Can you give me some face?"

Wanwan coaxed Yan Shu and turned around and said, "Brother, why do you want face?"

Xia Zhihuai bit his cheeks and looked bad: "..."

Can I still have this sister?

...

When Xia Zhihuai saw that Wanwan was fully focused on Yan Shu, he felt that he was a little powerless to turn things around, so he chose to go back and grind the beans.

Grinding beans is related to their dinner staple food, otherwise Wanwan would have to chew leaves tonight.

The stone mill was spinning in circles.

Wanwan and Yan Shu sat on the stone slab beside them, holding their chins with their hands and watching Xia Zhihuai push the grinding.

The milky white juice slowly flowed down from the small mouth left under the stone mill and fell into the iron bucket.

Because of the blessing of the powerful talisman, the remaining half of the bucket of soft beans grind very quickly.

When the grinding was almost done, an old man walked out of the backyard and walked to the iron bucket to look at the grinded soy milk.

"It's OK, I'll filter it later."

Xia Zhihuai raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "How to filter it?"

"Filter with a white cloth, the soy milk grinded with stone mill also has bean dregs inside."

Xia Zhihuai went to wash his hands, took the clean white cloth handed over by the old man, and according to the other party's words, he cooperated with the old man to filter the bean dregs.

White soy milk seeped into the small wooden barrel below from the white cloth.

Xia Zhihuai tightened the white cloth, squeezed the bean dregs with both hands, and squeezed the juice inside, and then placed the white cloth wrapped in the bean dregs in the editor-in-chief's dustpan next to it.
Chapter completed!