Uncle Fan brought the carriage in, tied it in the corner, closed the door, and without lighting a lamp, he just grabbed Tang Youxiang's arm and led him forward.
Mi Bao relaxed his eyes and looked out from under the quilt. It was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly, and his eyelids were glued together again.
This villa is actually quite big. After walking for a short distance, Uncle Fan pointed at it: "This is it! I cleaned it myself. Here, here, I nailed the doors of these rooms, leaving only one window.
, just use it as a large granary, it can probably hold tens of thousands of kilograms..."
Mibao paused for a moment and checked the wheat seeds in the space.
Improving seeds is much easier than improving crops, but no matter how easy it is, it still requires a process.
Mibao yawned and began to improve while moving out.
From the perspective of Uncle Fan and the other two, just as they were talking, they suddenly heard a swishing sound. Although they couldn't see anything in the pitch black, they could guess that they were starting to move.
Uncle Fan was still a little excited about witnessing a miracle, so he took out the fire stick and blew it on it, then took a photo of the room and saw that there was already a pile of wheat in the room and it was still growing slowly.
Uncle Fan took a deep breath and took photos back and forth.
Then he leaned against the wall and suddenly said: "It's broken."
Tang Youxiang asked: "Huh?"
Uncle Fan leaned back again and lowered his voice: "I thought it was just a matter of throwing it in. If it's so slow, it won't last the whole night?"
"It's true," Tang Youxiang clicked his tongue: "Hurry up and bring me a chair."
Uncle Fan sat down directly on the ground: "I'm so precious to you, so give me back the chair! Just sit on the floor!"
Tang Youxiang said: "I sit on the ground, Mi Bao can't reach the window!"
Uncle Fan thought so and jumped up again: "Wait, I'll find it for you!"
If Mibao was awake right now, she would tell them that she didn't need to reach for the window, but she was so sleepy right now that she couldn't react after hearing what they said, and she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.
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When there was no sound, Tang Youxiang was startled. He thought he had finished letting go, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed it for a long time. When he couldn't catch it, he quickly said: "Mi Bao?"
Mibao woke up with a start and quickly continued playing.
Uncle Fan came over with two chairs. Just as he was about to speak, there was no sound. Uncle Fan leaned over and looked at it strangely: "Is it over?"
Tang Youxiang said helplessly: "Asleep."
Uncle Fan: "..."
Uncle Fan was helpless, scratched his head and laughed twice: "How about forget it, since we can't finish it in a while, don't worry, let's just find a place to sleep and wait until daybreak?"
Tang Youxiang nodded, so Uncle Fan found a room with a couch, and then the two grown men sat across from each other, surrounding Mi Bao in a circle, and made do with it.
Early the next morning.
Taoyuan Village.
After breakfast, Mr. Shen busily began to write a storybook.
Shen Linquan was holding it and reading it while complaining: "Uncle, you can't write like this. It's too serious and preachy. What child would like to read this?"
When he said this, both Shen Zhen and Shen Zhen came over to take a look. Shen Linquan said, "No, I'll go to the market and look at the good story books. I'll buy a few and you can learn to write."
Mr. Shen was furious: "Get out!"
"What's the point!" Shen Linquan chuckled, "Live until you are old enough to learn from the youngest!"
Shen Xingsi whispered: "I don't think it's very good-looking either. Can a two- or three-year-old baby understand it? She can't understand even if I read it to her."
Shen Zhen also made a rare comment: "If Mi Bao thinks it doesn't look good, you will no longer be the Uncle Shen who can write scripts, but the Uncle Shen who can deceive others."
Mr. Shen slowly stopped writing. Seeing Shen Linquan laughing at him, he glared at him: "Go away! Go and buy more! Buy more books!"
Shen Linquan laughed and left.
Shen Zhen didn't look much, so he went directly to the back, waiting for Xiaotuanzi to come and play with him, but he waited and waited and no one came.
Shen Linquan didn't come back until noon, but she didn't come either.
While eating, Shen Zhen couldn't help complaining: "You little liar, you still keep saying goodbye to me."
Shen Linquan was amused: "How old is she? It doesn't count if she says it! If she doesn't come, why don't you just go and play with her? You two have a great love!"
Shen Zhen glared at him: "You can't get through this, can you?"
"Yes, I can't get through it," Shen Linquan said with a smile: "When I think of Xiaomi Bao's little face when he said this, I can't help but laugh. I laughed so hard when I thought about it in the middle of the night last night."
Mr. Shen flipped through the storybook he bought: "Do I want to write about love?"
"Write!" Shen Linquan said with a smile: "When her father comes to beat you, I will carry you and run away!"
After a few people chatted and laughed, Shen Linquan waved: "Xiao Zhen, don't you want to play with Mi Bao? Come along, I will take you to play with her."
Shen Zhen shook his head: "It's not good, I won't go."
"What's wrong with this?" Shen Linquan pointed at him: "Tell me, you are thin-skinned and awkward. Sooner or later, the little fat girl will make other friends and never come to play with you again!"
Shen Zhen pursed his lips silently.
Mibao didn't know that her wife was waiting for her.
The morning light appeared at Beauty Villa, and Pang Duanzi fell asleep in a daze, dreaming all the time.
In the dream, a little boy with messy hair was looking at her quietly through the cracks in the broken wooden bars of the window. His eyes were like those of a wild cat, big, bright and smart, with a longing for human beings. Curiosity and wild alertness.
Mibao slowly opened his eyes.
In front of her was the window with broken wooden bars, but she didn't see those eyes.
Mibao yawned, her eyes filled with mist, and she turned over again, lying flat on her back.
There was a black spot in front of her eyes, which kept flickering. Mibao blinked twice before she saw the dilapidated roof and the spider web. A huge spider was crawling around. It felt like it would fall on her head in the next moment. superior.
No matter how inconspicuous things are in the apocalypse, they must be mutated! Because those without mutations would have died long ago!
Mi Bao took a deep breath, woke up instantly, and quickly turned over and jumped up...
She thought she was using her hands to support herself, and she turned over and jumped up. In fact, with two small hands, she fell off the couch with a bang.
When she saw the ground was covered with dust and wiped it with her hands, Mi Bao was stunned. The first thought was that she had returned to the apocalypse again, and she was so frightened that she froze there.
The next moment, Tang Youxiang hurried in.
When he saw Mibao lying on the ground, he was startled and rushed forward to pick her up: "Mibao! Mibao, are you okay?"
When Mi Bao saw that it was his father, he had mixed emotions at the time and couldn't help it, so he burst into tears.
Just now, when she thought she had gone back again, she really felt the feeling of despair that the adults mentioned!!
The more Mi Bao thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and he burst into tears.
The uncle also ran in to coax her, and the two grown men circled around her until her mouth went dry. No one saw that pair of eyes appeared again in the crack of the broken window, watching quietly.
After watching them for a long while, he imitated Mi Bao's voice and murmured softly: "Daddy."