Collect this is intentional!!!

Looking at Xia Weiwei for a long time, Grandpa Kezi shouted to the children: "Come here everyone."

Xia Weiwei has spent his time cultivating Black Stone, how could he sit down?

"Press the bowl and spoon, you can do whatever you can."

The children stared at the mud in their hands: "······"

If you said that you didn’t understand what Grandpa Kezi called them to do just now, then you all understand now.

"···Grandpa Kezi!" Yuanyuan shouted in tears.

Her straw coat was not ready, but she was even asked to make the soil.

Grandpa Kezi swept over the children one by one, and saw that the children were very repelled from the clay in their hands, and felt a little disappointed: "A Que is not much older than you, but look at her!"

Look, in a row, the children turned their heads and looked at the people who were carefully organized.

Open his mouth, Grandpa Huozi was speechless for a moment.

Did he ask them to see A Que?

Did he tell them to study like Aque?

"You never thought about what would happen if you were gone without your parents?" he asked involuntarily.

After a while, the children's eyes turned.

There is panic, fear, and repulsion.

When he was looked at by one by one with the look of "Grandpa Kezi, how could you be so vicious?", Grandpa Kezi suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

Turning his head, he looked at Xia Weiwei with his eyebrows raised.

This feeling is even more intense.

"Forget it!!!" There is also Black Stone!

He took the soil in the children's hands one by one, and he adjusted his tone and said softly: "You guys go in first."

Hearing the sound, the children looked at each other and then stood up together.

"That grandpa, we're leaving."

"Grandpa Kezi, we're leaving!"

Just as if Grandpa Kezi would change his mind, the children rush to the top, and in an instant, there was only Yuanyuan left in the spot.

The eyes were withdrawn from the little friend who was running away, and gritted his teeth and asked Yuanyuan: "Grandpa Kezi, can I wait a little longer?"

Grandpa Kezi: "·····"

I thought I was disappointed enough, but it was not until I looked at the child's back that he realized that his mood was not too bad at that moment.

"Grandpa Kezi, I'll pinch it~" He was so aggrieved that he was so disappointed that his hands and feet were weak, Yuanyuan stretched out his hand and took the mud.

"··· Just forget it if you don't want to do it, don't force it!" said Grandpa Kezi, who was weak.

Yuanyuan picked up the mud ball and stared at Grandpa Kezi for a long time. Seeing him rubbing it, he really had no intention of forcing himself, so he silently put down the mud ball.

Grandpa Kezi didn't even look at himself. Hei Shi, Xia Weiwei seemed to have no existence, and Yuanyuan picked up the mud ball again bored.

After a while, she looked at the mud strips with no backbone in her hand and wanted to cry.

Seeing that Grandpa Kezi was still fighting with the mud in his hand, silently, she threw the mud strips in her hand.

In the following time, Yuanyuan repeatedly picked up the mud and put it down, picked it up again, and put it down again.

After a few times, Yuanyuan put down the mud ball and stared at the straw coat that belonged to him.

When Dasong and Qingmei arrived, they saw such a picture.

Xia Weiwei was woven straw coats in the fire pit with quick eyes and hands. Grandpa Kezi and Heishi were kneading the mud balls carefully on the other side of the fire pit, while Yuanyuan squatted between Grandpa Kezi and Heishi, staring blankly at the movements of the girl's hands on the other side of the fire pit.

After a moment of her eyes falling on the straw coat that was about to be woven, Qingmei quickly walked towards Xia Weiwei: "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet!" He raised his eyes and smiled, Xia Wei lowered his head again: "It's almost done, we'll cook things after it's done."

"Do you keep the fish?" Qingmei searched with her eyes.

This will be her own time. She will cook fish for the child, and no one can say anything.

He raised his eyes and quickly gave Qingmei a good look. Xia shook his head slightly: "I forgot to stay."

"Then?" His eyes turned back to the lotus root piled aside, and Qingmei stood up: "Let's eat lotus roots today."

I told you not long ago that you need to give the fish some undisturbed meal time. At this moment, Xia Weiwei couldn't say that if Hei Shi went to see if there was any fishing catch.

She naturally had to make the decision to eat lotus root later.

But: "My Qingmei, just sit down and let Prince Hei Shi go and do it."

From beginning to end, Qingmei glanced at Heishi. When Xia Weiwei said this, she couldn't help but turn her head and look at her son.

At this moment, Black Stone is destroying another failed mud block.

"····Hei Shi, what's wrong with you?" Bypassing the fire, Qingmei twisted her son's ears directly: "Don't you tell you to do more for A Que?"

As a result, he wasted his time here!

In Qingmei's opinion, this is a waste of time.

"Ah!" Hei Shi couldn't help but exclaimed, and his body stood up with his grandma's hand.

Seeing Qingmei with a dark face, she looked like she was not letting go of Black Stone, Grandpa Kezi couldn't help but: "Qingmei, this is also A Que's arrangement."

He opened his mouth and was about to say that he was asking Hei Shi to make mud and shut up silently. When Qingmei turned her head to verify, he nodded quickly: "Chingmei Mom, I asked Brother Hei Shi to get things."

"What can he do?" Let go, his eyes retracted, and fell on the mud ball under his son, frowned even more: "A Que, you are exchanging time with you, but you have to see if he can do this!"

In Qingmei's view, even if you exchange work, you have to do efficiently. Xia Weiwei should put it in private time to do things like making.

As soon as his mind changed, a thought flashed, Qingmei walked towards Xia Weiwei: "Aque, your prince is a tribe. When we do things, he must be with us. When we rest, he has no reason to continue the tribal work. Therefore, after exchanging work with you, you should do things according to your prince's time, not yours!"

This question seems to be no different, but in fact, the difference is far different.

For example, she will continue to organize.

If Blackstone and her time are based on the work and rest time of the tribe, she can at most continue until Grandpa Kezi arrives with her children.

At that time, no matter whether she had prepared the sixth straw coat for today or not, she could stop working.

In fact, when work was closed at that time, the tribe took advantage of her.

But if she arranges her time, let alone the sixth piece of straw coat, she can continue to do the seventh piece, eighth piece, ninth or tenth piece, and what she pays is only Black Stone's private time.

I really never thought that Qingmei could think of this. Xia Weiwei turned her head speechlessly and looked at Dasong.

She was very curious about what other people had to say about Qingmei's mother.

In Xia Weiwei's opinion, Dasong is still a good person. Compared with Ada, he is at least not hypocritical.
Chapter completed!