Xie Lin was assigned to drop a small amount of supplies on the deserted island to avoid causing unnecessary trouble by dropping too much at once. Moreover, the supplies had to be buried underground, as there were already air patrols available, and leaving them in the open was not feasible.
Worried that the little devils would go out and play wildly again, I simply put them in my space and took them with me to work.
He has such a hard life, having to work and take care of his child.
After fooling around all night, I can finally log into my space.
With three more big cats, the space became even more lively, and sleeping became less important; they started playing bandit-hunting games again.
No one knows which gluttonous person found the red wine, but when the patriarch came back, there were drunkards lying all over the place, all of them drunk and acting crazy.
"One more, bottoms up." The troublemaker could still drink; he squatted down, raised his glass, and even jumped up after saying that, "Quack!"
"Hehe, cheers." The youngest child, who had little alcohol, had a flushed face and a slightly dizzy head, but didn't fall over. She hugged the bowl, which was bigger than her face, and responded foolishly.
The zombie leader, who seemed intelligent but was actually no different from a child, had long since lost his sense of direction. Drunk as a dog, he was crawling around with his little butt sticking out.
The two snakes, drunk for the second time, resorted to the same trick, banging their heads against a large tree.
Tiger, bear, chicken, the wiggling-butt flower, the flapping-thumping.
The three insects lay motionless on the table, their fate unknown.
The only one that was still awake was the Frog Butler, but it was also listless and out of power. It had gotten too carried away and forgotten to charge itself.
"Thanks, you stinky egg, hurry up and move me to the plug side."
After saying that, he tilted his head and fell to the ground, his body hissing and bobbing twice as if electrified, before finally settling down.
Head of the family: ......
This time, we didn't use the boss as a tool on the deserted island. We just found a piece of wood to use as a stepping stone. We were too busy to pay attention to it, but the whole garden was filled with the aroma of wine.
He must have been busy for a long time, and even longer in space, so these little devils have been going crazy for almost the entire day?
That's...outrageous.
Resignedly, I carried the frogs over to charge them, then went to brew some hangover tea, fed them one by one, and threw them back into their respective nests.
"Quack quack, I'll deal with you later."
Upon touching the plug, Guagua instantly regained its full health.
"It's not my fault. The host found the red wine. Don't worry, I mixed it with soda. It's not very strong."
If you can't persuade them, then join them.
It even prepared Western food to celebrate the addition of a new member to the family.
The group ate with great relish and showed off the whole pig.
Who knew they were all so bad at drinking, and their behavior when drunk was also quite questionable.
Explanations were useless; the punishment was carried out without fail. While others slept, it was running all night long, until its parts were practically smoking.
The next day, they all complained of headaches and listlessness, but the head of the family didn't soften his heart and sent them all out for a run.
Both humans and animals were required to go through thirty laps, and even Shishi couldn't escape it.
Those who deserve punishment should be punished, otherwise this whole string of people will be out of control.
Nannan still has more than 50 laps left, but her little arms and legs are still quite strong from training. While others finish in 30 laps, she also climbed 10 laps.
There were still more than forty laps left. I gritted my teeth and climbed a few more laps, leaving a round number of laps.
Just when everyone thought it was over, the patriarch pulled out a stack of papers and asked them to copy words. Some were simple, some were complex, and the densely packed letters made both people and animals' scalps tingle.
"Guagua, you supervise them. Make them copy according to their own level, and then they have to memorize it in an hour. Those who fail will be thrown out of the space and never allowed to come back in."
"Remember, the passing score is 90 points, not 60 points. Guagua, no favoritism allowed, or you'll have to run for another day."
You've got some nerve, huh? If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really run wild.
Kids: ...You're being way too ruthless, even when you try to force growth.
Guagua didn't want the parts to be scrapped, and insisted on fairness and impartiality.
Fortunately, they were all smart kids, and everyone passed the test by just barely passing.
After this incident, the naughty kids finally learned their lesson and never dared to drink alcohol at parties again until they got permission from the patriarch.
After the promotion ceremony, the patriarch, who was promoted to deputy division commander, was assigned to participate in an air patrol and had no idea how magnificent his own courtyard was.
A table and a chair were placed at the entrance of the main room, with a small notebook on the table.
The interviewer, Zhou, sat in the main seat.
Standing on the left side of the table were Ugly Little Master and Daya, and on the right were Xingxing and the Shen brothers, each holding their own toy wooden sword, exuding an imposing aura.
The key point is the small cart on the left near the gate. Without a doubt, the big guy Xiao Xiangbei with his leg dangling is on the cart.
He held the wooden gun in his hand, diligently watching the doorway.
Yes, it's a new style of wooden toy, a racing version, kindly provided by the Shen brothers.
He had a blank, serious face, the kind that could scare a child to tears.
My sister said that the atmosphere needs to be set up properly, and he can't lose to a little kid.
On the right is a stroller, and the little girl is carrying the same wooden pouch, showing off her half-baked teeth. Her little face is tense, and her demeanor is no less imposing than that of a big guy.
Three chickens stood on the wall like birds for keeping watch, their eyes sharp and keen.
This is the scene layout that Zhang Tong mentioned.
Zhang Tong glanced at the child and left. With walls and trees blocking the sun, the child could play freely.
She originally had a job scheduled as an assistant, serving tea and water.
It's not really about serving tea; it's just about standing there with an empty cup. When someone comes in, you put the cup on the table, and when they leave, you put it away.
The child said this was more formal and would also build Zhou's Matchmaking Agency's reputation for respecting its clients.
She was afraid she would burst out laughing—no, she was already laughing so hard at the sight of the little girl that she couldn't live anymore. Seeing that Yao Lixiang was eager to join in the fun, she gave the job to her.
The interview begins.
"Matchmaker Zhou, someone's here!" Assistant Yao called out dutifully.
"Assistant Yao, bring some tea."
"yes."
The first girl to enter was almost intimidated by the dignified yet absurd scene.
If I didn't know this was a family compound, I would have thought I had stumbled into a den of thieves.
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