[Oh my God, this is too dangerous. This little sheep’s safety awareness is too low. He is not the only one on the bullock cart. He really doesn’t care about the safety and feelings of others at all.]
[That’s it, look how scared our little baby is? He’s like a madman, it’s so scary.]
[Our little baby was kind enough to teach him how to drive a bullock cart, but I was told to whip him gently, but he didn’t listen at all and swung the whip violently.]
Lu Zhaoxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The attack just now scared him, but luckily he was not in danger.
He subconsciously glanced at Sang Mizhou.
Sang Mizhou's face was calm, even when the speed of the ox cart suddenly accelerated just now, he could keep his expression calm.
After all, he is still an actor, and his psychological quality is really strong.
In fact, it would be a lie to say that I am not panicking.
But Sang Wanzhou was not panicking because of himself.
The moment the bullock cart accelerated, the first thing he thought of was not himself, but the little Fubao sitting in front.
So even before he could sit firmly, he still reached out to grab her clothes immediately to prevent her from getting into trouble.
He no longer cares so much about himself.
Unknowingly, he cared about this little cub far more than himself.
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After such an incident, the old woman did not dare to let the two little ones come to the front to drive the cattle cart.
Today's farm is different from usual. Many villagers came in and out of the gate early.
Lu Zhaoxi and Lu Zhiyang stood at the vent, smelling the stench coming out in the breeze, and their expressions suddenly changed.
"Brother, this place stinks! I don't want to go in!" Lu Zhiyang pinched his nose with a look of disgust on his face.
Lu Zhaoxi held his hand and said nothing, and there was a crack in his expression.
It was obvious that he didn't want to go in either.
Sang Wanzhou glanced at him and raised the corners of his mouth.
A sense of superiority inexplicably emerged from my heart.
Oh, I won.
His expression almost had the word "sarcasm" written on his face.
Lu Zhaoxi was initially reluctant to go in, but he disappeared without a trace in an instant.
He lowered his head and looked at Lu Zhiyang with a straight face, "This is the result of our draw last night. If you don't want to go in, you won't have food to eat today. You make your own choice."
Lu Zhiyang's cute little face wrinkled into a ball, with a very tangled expression.
Little Fubao was held by Sang Mizhou's hand. He turned to look at Lu Zhiyang, raised a smile and said to him: "Brother Little Sheep, there are so many animals here! It's very fun! Yesterday Fubao had a lot of fun playing here.
Woolen cloth!"
Lu Zhiyang remained unmoved. He looked at her with a stern face and asked her in a sweet voice, "Are there tigers, elephants and lions here? Are there giraffes, peacocks and crocodiles?"
Xiao Fubao looked stunned, shook his head obediently and said, "None of them. But there are cows, sheep, pigs, and many, many chickens, ducks and geese in it!"
She paused for a moment, suddenly remembering something, and the smile on her face deepened: "Oh, yes! Grandma also gave Fu Bao a newborn chick that was exclusive to Fu Bao! Fu Bao named it
Xiao Huang! Isn’t this a good name?”
A trace of envy flashed in Lu Zhiyang's eyes. He snorted and turned away his head, raised his chin slightly, and said in a sour tone: "It's so stupid. What's so fun about chickens? Big tigers are the most powerful and domineering!"