Qian Duoduo said, squinting his eyes and looking at a few old hens in the chicken coop not far away who were laying eggs.
"Ah...my old hen!" Mrs. Fan saw Qian Duoduo staring at her old hen, as if she saw Qian Duoduo plucking the chicken feathers. She quickly stood up and blocked Qian Duoduo's sight: "Don't catch it.
My old hen, please go away. I don’t want any more fish or rice. Don’t catch my old hen!”
In Mrs. Fan's eyes, what does a little rice and fish mean?
How can you compare to your own old hen?
I don’t know how much rice I can buy from the eggs laid by those chickens for a year. As for the fish, they are not delicious anyway. How can they be compared with the old hens?
As for Qian Duoduo's warning to her not to go to her own house to rob things, the old lady had long since forgotten about it and went to the country. She was just afraid that Qian Duoduo would grab her old hen.
Qian Duoduo looked at Niu Qingmei and Ma Guifang, who were standing together timidly next to them: "In the future, if you two instigate the old lady to go to my house to get something! I will tear your mouths out!"
As he said that, he stepped on his feet, and immediately the old door rattled, and a hole was created by stepping on it.
The two of them were so frightened that they froze on the spot and didn't make a sound for a while.
Qian Duoduo looked at the situation of the three people and thought to himself, these three people will probably not dare to go to his house to fish for anything in the future, right?
With this thought in mind, she didn't stay for a while and rushed home with her belongings.
Before leaving, she took a sideways look at the two old men in the yard, Da Mao and Er Mao, whose faces were full of sugar dregs.
Their faces were trembling, and the two of them were so frightened that they quickly ran to Ma Guifang and hid.
Seeing the cowardice of the two of them, Qian Duoduo snorted disdainfully and hurried home past the chattering and pointing villagers, humming a ditty as he walked.
I have a little donkey...I never get up...
One day I….
While singing, Qian Duoduo suddenly came back to his senses: "Hey, that's not right, where is my little donkey?"
At this time, the little donkey far away in Fenghuang Village was wailing in his heart, Master, have you finally remembered me?
At this time, outside Fenghuang Village, Damao was hiding on the only way into the village, waiting for the old lady to come back.
In the village, Huang Shulang looked helplessly at the little donkey following him. He really wanted to roast it, but the little donkey was very slippery. When he tried to catch it, it stayed far away. He
After struggling for half an hour, I didn't even touch the donkey hair.
And when he didn't catch it, it ran to him and followed him closely. This made Huang Shulang so angry that he called four or five brothers to catch the donkey together.
I saw a few men on the huge mountain village gearing up, surrounding the little donkey in the middle, and all rushing towards the little donkey. The little donkey tilted its head, its big eyes flashed, and seized a gap to jump from.
ran out of the crowd.
"Ah...oh...ah...oh!" he shouted triumphantly at the big men.
The group of big men rushed to nothing, and immediately continued to pounce on the little donkey unconvinced. The little donkey flew with hooves, dodged left and right, and was able to maneuver among a group of people with ease.
A group of big men gnashed their teeth in anger. Huang Shulang stood beside him and laughed before leaning forward and back: "Hahaha, that's so funny. You guys can't even catch a donkey."
At this time, someone completely forgot about the situation when he was helpless against the little donkey.