The little black girl smiled brightly, her big, bright eyes showing a hint of cunning.
Xiushui, who thought she had successfully taught her child, slowly froze with a smile: It’s so tiring to take care of children.
Fortunately, Heimei added another sentence.
"I'm talking about this kind of evil, hehe. As a human being, I still have to be more or less good. Otherwise, people will blame grandma and say that she didn't teach us well."
Old lady: Thank you.
Why do I feel that the little black girl is still cute?
Even if it can make you mad to death one moment and move you to death the next.
Alas, sooner or later I will die at the hands of this girl.
Without eavesdropping any further, the old lady went to cut the meat with peace of mind.
Xiushui poked and poked her sister's little arm.
"So, do you think it was wrong for me to punish you now?"
The little black girl pouted and finally sighed.
"Forget it, it's my grandma's fault. They say people should have good morals, and I'm a child with good morals.
So... I forgive her for now.
Even if she was doing it for my own good, I still feel unhappy and I will remember her for punishing someone without any explanation."
Xiushui couldn't help but hit him for being so arrogant.
"Don't worry, you don't have to forgive me, but the one I love most in my heart will be replaced by someone else."
Hei Mei's arrogant expression collapsed, and that hint of panic made Xiushui really want to laugh. Bullying a child is so fulfilling.
In the early morning when everything was quiet, only the Wen family was still diligently making dried meat.
There's no way around it, their family got the most prey.
This does not include a living bison and two horses.
The men who were called to bed were still laughing before falling asleep, thinking that they would have to learn how to train horses and make simple carriages the next day.
After the old lady finished cutting the last piece of meat, she was so tired that she sat aside and didn't want to move anymore.
Even though he is very strong, he is old.
As soon as she sat down, two small hands were placed on her shoulders.
She looked up and saw the little black girl massaging her shoulders seriously. She smiled and hugged her in her arms.
"My dear, you must be tired too. You don't need to be massaged by me. Go to sleep quickly."
"Grandma, I don't care. I pinched you just now, so I'm still your most beloved little darling, right?"
The little girl pulled up her clothes and looked at her timidly, which made the old lady very fond of her.
He rubbed his face against hers, and the girl's tender skin rubbed away all her tiredness.
"Haha... yes, yes, you will always be my most beloved little sweetheart, the one that no one can compare to."
Aunt Wen yawned and said angrily, "Yesterday someone said I was her favorite little cotton-padded jacket."
"Yeah, you're the cotton-padded jacket, and Hei Mei is my sweetheart, there's no conflict."
"Grandma, you said I was your most beloved baby." Xiushui was not convinced.
Chang Tong also protested: "And me, you said Chang Tong is your favorite grandson."
Changxuan also joined the fight: "Grandma, you also said that I am your favorite grandson..."
After hearing this testimony from everyone, Xiushui blamed the old lady with great sorrow.
"Grandma, I thought I was an expert because I raised ten fish. But I found out you already had an ocean of fish. And we are all your fish."
The old lady raised her eyebrows proudly.
"How have I done anything wrong? I love each and every one of you the most.
My beloved little sweetheart, my little cotton-padded jacket, my little granddaughter...
Young grandson, eldest grandson, grandson, eldest son, son, eldest daughter-in-law, youngest daughter-in-law...
Do I have a title that I repeat? Which one is not a favorite?
The old lady's soul asked several questions, and everyone looked at each other in confusion.
Yes, although the old lady said that the one she hugged was her favorite and the other she held was her favorite, the titles after the favorite were different.
Either the eldest grandson is the one I love the most, or the youngest grandson is the one I love the most, or the good grandson is the one I love the most...
The old lady is such a skilled fish farmer that you can't find any fault with her.
Seeing that everyone was speechless because of her, the old lady proudly put her hands on her hips and said, "Little guys, I have compiled a favorite for each of you.
Tsk, anyway, in our family, everyone is my favorite. Don’t agree? Don’t want it? Then don’t love me the most.”
Everyone shook their heads: Forget it, forget it, no matter whether it is a darling or a grandson, as long as he is the old lady’s favorite!
After a lot of noise, everyone took the time to rest.
However, it seemed that he had just laid down when the sentry in the distance shouted.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Wen Xiushui jumped up and, using the speed of a sprinter from his previous life, ran to the front at full speed.
Just one glance and her heart sank.
There were a lot of people, and without exception, all of them were rushing forward holding stones and sticks.
The leading group of men rushed forward fiercely, carrying hoes, machetes and other weapons.
Behind them, most of them were fierce old men and women.
When this group of people stared at them, without exception, they all emitted fierce and greedy looks.
In the end, the smell of meat still attracted the robbers.
Earlier I thought that no one would come here at all, so everything should be safe.
They didn't expect that the other person was lurking in the dark, waiting for them to fall asleep before taking action.
Fortunately, during the training a few days before, she had mentioned that every time they slept overnight, they should dig a few holes and put some noisy objects or spikes in them.
Some rattle leaves are also placed around the camping area.
It seems that the noises alarmed the guards. Otherwise, when these people rushed over, the casualties among them would be...
These thoughts flashed through their minds in an instant. Seeing that the group of people were about to rush over, the villagers were frightened and wanted to retreat.
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