Before the simple-minded little ox could finish speaking, his father flicked his forehead and scolded, "Children aren't allowed to interrupt or talk nonsense!"

As he spoke, he glared at his silly son, then smiled and said to the chubby little dumpling in his arms, "Niannian, don't listen to that brat's nonsense. He's still young and doesn't even know what he's saying!"

If we don't listen to Brother Zhuangniu, are we supposed to listen to Wang Sheng?

However, for the little girl, Wang Sheng's long speech was quite difficult to understand.

The little dumpling wasn't giving Wang Sheng any face. She pouted and said in a childish voice, "No, Niannian wants to talk to Brother Zhuangniu. I don't want to listen to Uncle Sheng. I can't understand what Uncle Sheng is saying!"

Wang Sheng, who was talking animatedly with spittle flying everywhere: ...?

Can't understand?

Wang Sheng would never have told these women and children about the events in such detail before. Today, the Mountain God is here, and he's deliberately showing off his achievements!

As a result, the little mountain god told him that she couldn't understand.

Wang Sheng blushed and felt quite uncomfortable.

Huang Qiang laughed heartily from the side, whispering a reminder, "Hey, you've hit the nail on the head, haven't you? Our little mountain god lives on the mountain all the time and hardly ever hears a word from him. How could he possibly listen to your long-winded speech?"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two looked down again and saw the little baby pounce on Wang Sheng's other arm, blinking his big, dark eyes, and earnestly saying to Xiao Zhuangniu, "Niannian is not a mountain god, Brother Zhuangniu, don't listen to adults' nonsense, little babies don't understand the world!"

The little girl spoke earnestly and seriously in her babyish voice.

Xiao Zhuangniu listened and nodded seriously, pondered for a moment as if he had really remembered it, and then replied maturely, "Yes, I often feel that way too."

Dear adults: ...

Zhuangniu's mother stared at the two little heads huddled together, chattering away. The scene looked exactly like two ordinary children talking, one trying to corrupt the other, and the tone and words...

She nudged her husband and whispered in his ear, "Hey, is there any truth to this 'little mountain god' thing? What if it's just a lucky accident? To me, it looks like a little baby. We can't let her misbehave and corrupt our Niu Zi."

Wang Sheng glanced at his wife and whispered, "How can it be inaccurate! She just stumbled upon our return by accident. Could it be that the corrupt officials lying in ambush outside were also by accident? The mountain god is teaching our child a lesson; that's our son's good fortune! Don't interrupt!"

Strong Ox's Mother: ...

She coolly reminded Wang Sheng in his ear, "Your little mountain god said that demolishing the house is not a big deal."

Wang Sheng: ...

"Ahem... well..." Wang Sheng swallowed unconsciously, as if recalling some scene, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "As long as our son can succeed! What does a dilapidated thatched hut matter!"

Before he could finish speaking, the little baby's soft, sweet voice rang out. She was explaining to Zhuang Niu, "It's not some kind of prophecy, it's just that Niannian heard it! Daddy said it's normal for babies to have good hearing! It's just that other babies can't say it, but Niannian can!"

Zhuangniu's mother glanced at her husband, her eyes conveying a clear message: Listen to this, listen to this.