Lin Changyu unexpectedly handed over the orange he had just peeled, "Would you like an orange? It's very sweet."
The question was "Do you want to eat oranges?" In fact, oranges were already stuck in Yanyan's mouth.
"Thank you, Uncle Lin~"
Yan Yan thanked her obediently, then opened her mouth and tried to take the orange away.
But the orange was too big and round. After several attempts, she not only failed, but was also blinded by the splash of orange juice.
In the end, I had to put down the coconut honestly and catch the orange with my fat paws.
Lin Changyu couldn't help laughing when he saw the cute little dumpling squealing and chewing on the orange.
Suddenly I discovered that raising a daughter is quite fun.
He is much more lovable than the brat in the family who only calls his mother to complain.
"Would you like an orange? Uncle Lin will pick a sweet one for you."
There was something in Xiao Tuanzi's mouth and it was difficult to speak. She nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice, and the little twitches on her head flew up and down with her movements.
"Ci, Yanyan loves Ci oranges the most!"
Mrs. Shu was standing next to her, asking, "Little greedy cat, why don't you just say there's something you don't like to eat?"
Yan Yan reacted very quickly: "There are many things that Yan Yan doesn't like to eat. There are sour fruits picked by the third uncle, osmanthus cakes hidden by the second brother, table legs, bench noodles..."
After reading a long list on Jiligulu, she added in a super low voice: "Actually, I don't like the black rice made by my grandfather, but my grandmother said that children shouldn't be picky eaters."
So she just ate it reluctantly.
Mrs. Shu: "..."
He took a sip of coconut and pointed behind him, "Yan Bao, look back."
Yan Yan turned her head obediently and saw her grandfather, third uncle and second brother standing in a row, looking at her with resentful eyes.
"I heard that you don't like my cooking/my sweet-scented osmanthus cake/my wild fruits?"
The three of them asked questions at the same time.
Yan Yan panicked, oh, what should I do if I'm caught saying bad things?
Xiaotuanzi smacked his lips nervously, and finally had an idea. He held the orange in both hands, raised it in front of the three of them, and asked with great piety: "Grandpa, third uncle, and second brother, do you want to eat oranges? They are so sweet!"
The little greedy cat No. 2 Qingbai immediately surrendered, "Eat! I want to take two big bites!"
The other two still had straight faces, pretending to be angry.
Little ghost spirit, you have learned how to tempt food, and think that others are like her, unable to walk when they see food?
"Don't eat!"
Not only did the father and son speak at the same time, they even spoke in the same tone: "Unless you feed me!"
Yan Yan sighed, hey, adults are so hard to coax, it’s better for her second brother, just two pieces of orange will make her happy again.
Xiaotuanzi resignedly fed the oranges one by one. When he turned around, Lin Changyu handed over another freshly peeled orange.
Not only were the orange peels completely peeled off, but the outer layers of the orange petals were also removed, making the big, smooth orange look particularly attractive.
Yan Yan swallowed, took the orange and thanked her obediently.
"You're welcome." Lin Changyu rubbed her head, turned around and took another big orange.
In this way, the two of them concentrated on feeding and the other engrossed in eating.
It wasn't until Xiaotuanzi's stomach was so bulging that he couldn't hold it anymore that he called an emergency stop.
Finally, Yan Yan, who had eaten and drank enough, leaned back on the chair, patted her belly like an old man and asked Lin Changyu: "Uncle Lin, did you bring all these oranges from Qiongzhou?"
"Yes, they were all picked before we left, and they filled two big boats."
"Wow!"
Two big boats, how long will it take to eat?
Lin Changyu was amused by Xiaotuanzi's round eyes, "Are you envious?"
Yan Yan nodded vigorously, flapped her two fat paws and said, "I'm so envious, so envious that I wish I could grow wings and fly there right now!"
Then he kept eating, kept eating... he lived in a tree and ate!
"Master Zhizhou, do we have to wait here all the time? When can we set off?" The village chief, who was also eager to go to Qiongzhou, took the opportunity to inquire about the situation.
"Don't worry." Lin Changyu calmly poured a bowl of herbal tea, "We'll wait until Fatty Wei comes back first and ask how many refugees they have found. If there are enough refugees, we will leave tomorrow. If not, it may take two days."
The village chief looked up at the sky and prayed: "Fat, you have to fight for some energy."
A group of people waited eagerly from noon until dusk, watching as the sky turned completely dark and there was no trace of Fatty Wei.
Just when Hei Dazhuang couldn't wait any longer and was about to go out to look for someone, a miserable cry came from the night: "Mr. Lin, something happened, something big happened!"
Everyone was surprised and looked around to see Fatty Wei, who was wearing tattered clothes and had a bruised nose and face, running towards the stall crying.
Halfway through, I slipped and fell to the ground. My shoes flew off and I didn't bother to pick them up, as if there was an evil spirit chasing me behind me.
Lin Changyu was not surprised and looked at him with a frown, "What? Were you beaten?"
"Yeah!" Fatty Wei nodded, knelt down, hugged Lin Changyu's thigh and cried until he was full of tears.
"Ugh, they hit me on the head and tore my clothes off. If I hadn't had the strength to break free, I wouldn't be able to come back today!"
"No? Tear your clothes off?" Lin Changyu pinched the fat on his face and showed an indescribable expression, "Why are you tearing off your clothes? Killing a pig?"
Wei Fat: "!"
Why are you still attacking me personally?
"It's the guards of Qizhou City who are unreasonable! They just drove the refugees out themselves, and they didn't let Manager Zhang pull people outside the city. They wanted to drive us out.
Manager Zhang was dissatisfied, argued with them for a few words, and then started fighting with them. We were not deliberately looking for trouble."
"The guy surnamed Zhao is like this. He can't eat leftovers for himself and would rather eat them than share them with others. Don't worry about him. We just do what we can do."
Lin Changyu nodded in understanding and asked again: "How many refugees have you attracted?"
Wei Pang weakly stretched out a finger, pursed his lips, and stopped talking.
Lin Changyu glanced at him and said, "One thousand? That's right. Send these one thousand people back tomorrow..."
"No." Fatty Wei interrupted him timidly, "Not that much."
"That's...one hundred?"
Fatty Wei shook his fingers feebly, "Not a single one. Manager Zhang and the others were arrested and imprisoned for getting into a fight."
"I...you..." Lin Changyu gritted his teeth and couldn't help but give him a slap in the face, "What do I need from you?"
"You can't blame me for this!"
Wei Pang felt extremely wronged.
"The guards of Qizhou City told people everywhere that we in Qiongzhou are very poor. We are so poor that the whole city cannot scrape together four dishes and one soup. We are so poor that we drink northwest wind with sand every meal... After hearing this, the refugees are unwilling to come."
"Whatever they said is what they said?" Lin Changyu asked him, "Don't you know how to explain if you don't have a long tongue?"
Fatty Wei felt even more aggrieved, "Explain, some people believed it and were ready to follow us, but then they started fighting...our clothes were torn by those people."
"What does this have to do with clothes?"
Fatty Wei pointed to the large patches on the cuffs, "The fine clothes on the outside were torn, and the patches on the inside were exposed. When the refugees saw that the officers and soldiers in Qiongzhou were wearing such shabby clothes, they were unwilling to leave with us."