What's going on?
It didn't say anything, why was it banned?
"Silence the frying pan, small mirror, thatched hut, small oil lamp, pond, and small sunglasses for 10 hours."
Han Feng said coldly, "From today on, whoever makes a mistake will be banned from speaking! If you want to blame someone, just blame the little shovel."
These guys have become a bit unscrupulous in recent times.
He is always made fun of.
What will happen if this trend is not curbed in time?
We have to do something ruthless.
The first step is to adopt collective punishment.
"Little Shovel, I'll fuck your grandma!"
"You deserve to die!"
"It's so unlucky to be with you!"
The machete, frying pan and others cursed in their hearts, cursing the engineer's ancestors for eighteen generations. It was so ugly.
Han Feng said no more, closed his eyes and went to sleep.
.....
The next day, early in the morning, the sun shone.
The whole island is bathed in sunshine and full of vitality.
"Brother, it's dawn, get up and pee!"
The loud voice echoed in the thatched hut.
Han Feng got up from the bed and pushed open the door.
The first thing that catches your eye is a sea of green.
I saw that the entire vegetable patch was completely occupied by two pumpkins.
Moreover, each pumpkin produced fruits as big as washbasins.
Han Feng walked to the vegetable patch and whispered, "Little Pumpkin, are your fruits ripe?"
Pumpkin: "It's still early."
Han Feng's eyes lit up slightly, "How big will it be if it matures?"
Pumpkin: "Same size as a heavy truck tire."
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