"He's coming back soon, but he hasn't come back yet." Qi Tiao touched Jiu Tiao and said. He knew that Jiu Tiao was going to plunder the little things of his brother Yi Tiao and his friends again.

"Duoduo, Duoduo, Duoduo~" Jiujo pointed outside, his expression was so anxious, just like when he couldn't poop.

"Okay, okay, let's go." Qi Tiao and Ba Tiao jokingly pulled Xiao Jiu Tiao in the middle.

Liu Tiao looked at Jiu Tiao, who was staggering and taking hurried steps. Fearing that he might fall, he helped him steady his body and said, "Jiu Tiao, I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry."

The nine little legs suddenly "twitched" faster. He was anxious! His brothers had brought delicious food and fun things, and the little ones were his...

Even if their short legs were in a hurry, they could only walk that fast. It took them a long time to get out of the yard. Jiu Tiao thought it was too slow. When the figures of his brothers came into view, the little kid immediately hung his feet up and let his two good brothers drag him along. When the time came, they patted him to put them down.

The seventh and eighth "unloaded goods on time" and protected the ninth for a few steps.

"Jiujiu, go slowly..." Sanjiu saw Jiujiu rushing towards him and hugged him.

As he wished, Jiu Tiao ended up in the arms of his brother San Tiao, leaning on his shoulder with a bright smile. In less than two seconds, he easily opened the zipper of his brother's schoolbag and began to dive into the bag, rummaging around.

"No small things today." Sanjo knew what Jiujo was up to and had given him a heads-up. Every time he and his brother came home from school, Jiujo would play with their school bags to see if there were any small things inside.

He once had a small blue pencil sharpener, which Kujo took and put in his little jar. He searched for it for a long time before realizing it was Kujo who had taken it. Kujo thought it was his and refused to return it. If he wanted to use it, he had to borrow it from Kujo.

The brothers also had to borrow from Jiu Tiao because theirs were also taken away by Jiu Tiao...

Jiujo was no longer listening. After being carried to the sofa, he began to check his brothers' backpacks one by one. He looked at this one, then that one, curious and focused. After searching around, the little guy finally took a handful of paper folding bags from his brother Nijo.

"Jiu Tiao, you want one this big too?" Er Tiao was about to burst into tears. He had specially stacked up the large ones because he was afraid that Jiu Tiao would like them! Jiu Tiao, don't go too far! It's fine if he thinks all the small things in the house belong to him, but why is he eyeing the big ones now?

Yitiao and Santiao saw Ertiao's crying face and smiled. Their things were safe today...

"Ah~" Kujo folded the paper and held it in his arms, which meant that he wanted it.

"Jiu Tiao, how about I fold a small one for you, and then return the big one to me, okay?" Er Tiao negotiated.

"Xiu'er~" Jiujo understood the word "small" and immediately threw the enlarged version of the paper folding hand wooden warehouse aside.

Er Tiao quickly put it away as a treasure. Then he prepared some scrap paper, processed it, and made a small paper stacking machine for his youngest brother.

"Oh~" Jiujo sat nearby and stared at him without blinking, like a little supervisor.

"Jiu Tiao, do you know what this is? This is a wooden gun, used by soldiers. You are not a soldier, so what's the use of it? The wooden gun just now was my weapon..." Er Tiao muttered as he folded it.

"Oh~Oh~" Jiujo didn't know whether he understood or not. Anyway, when his second brother spoke, he responded from the side, and there was never a dull moment.

So how did I fold it? I folded it perfectly at school, but why can't I do it at home? I was confident at first, but after a few tries, things got a bit messy. I tried this way, that way, and the paper was all wrinkled.

"Let me do it. A weapon must be understood before it can be called a weapon." Ichijo couldn't bear to watch any longer, and quickly folded a delicate small wooden gun.

Jiu Tiao saw it, hugged her in his arms, his eyes sparkling and bright. "Duoduo, Duoduo~"

Yitiao's display of skill impressed his younger brothers. Especially Liutiao, a staunch Yitiao supporter, whose eyes immediately lit up and he exclaimed, "Brother Yitiao is so amazing, Brother Yitiao is so awesome, Brother Yitiao can you make me a weapon too? I want to protect Brother Yitiao!"

"Well, I'll do it for you. I don't need your protection, just protect yourself." Ichijo said firmly. Of course, he would protect his mother and brother. If anyone dared to attack him, he would punch them to the bottom of the sea and feed them to the fish...

"Brother Ichijo, I want one too! I want one too!" Hachijo immediately signed up when he saw the beautiful little pistol. He wanted to touch it, and then Jiujo let him touch it and then hugged it. He wanted one of his own, too.

Nanajo wanted one too. Erjou felt that his performance wasn't very good, so he asked his brother for another one.

San Tiao had no interest in guns, but he was still happy with this small thing. And since his older brothers all had guns, he wanted to keep the team in order.

He folded the weapons quickly, finishing five at once, one for each of his brothers. Finally, he folded his own. It was neither too big nor too small. A weapon doesn't matter how big it is; it still has to fit the hand.