Fortunately, one can is durable.
The old man didn't think she would lie to him, but he still said with some melancholy, "Our ancestors left behind a lot of good things, what a pity."
It’s really a pity.
However, it is a pity that it is useless. In the torrent of the times, the power of individuals is pitifully small, and there is only so much they can do.
"alright."
After cleaning the child's hand, Jian Yuelan collected the things and prepared to put them away, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Daji tentatively reaching out his paw towards the cabinet.
“Ahem…”
She cleared her throat, and Daji immediately retracted his paw and licked it.
Then, like a cat with nothing to do, it held up its tail and walked gracefully back to the cat bed, where it huddled together with Meimei and the others who were sleeping in a mess.
He's quite good at pretending.
Jian Yuelan shook her head and said to Doudou, "Son, go teach Daji and the others some more cat ethics. Mommy will go see if your wooden man can be repaired."
"good."
The child responded and ran to the cat's nest with clattering steps to give Daji and the others a moral education lesson.
Jian Yuelan went to the yard to look at the wooden man.
The wooden man died in a very miserable way. His head was broken, his arms were broken, and even his body was shattered.
The ground was littered with scattered wood chips.
Jian Yuelan felt very strange. She wondered how her son had practiced his boxing skills to make the wooden man look like he was being torn into pieces by five horses.
Just as I was thinking about it, the old man who followed me said -
"Can it be repaired?"
“It can’t be repaired.”
She dropped the completely broken wood in her hand and sighed, "There's still a long way to go."
Given her fat son's strength and control, it seems she needs to prepare a lot of wood.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be enough wooden men for him to use.
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