Guan Lang carefully patrolled the courtyard wall to see if there were any traces of other mouse holes.
After a rigorous search, they found a mouse hole the size of a fist in the corner of another flower bed.
These mice are really too rampant. Guan Lang is secretly annoyed.
Living on the first floor is very bad. There are a lot of haunting rats.
Rat teeth are very strong and grow very fast. In order to prevent the teeth from growing from ear to ear, rats will constantly chew on things to grind their teeth. They can even grind a hole in a cement wall.
Therefore, even if Guan Lang filled the rat hole with cement, it would only be of temporary use.
I guess I still need to buy some rat cages and rat traps to get rid of them.
After Guan Lang finished patrolling, he sat back under the pavilion.
The wooden benches in the pavilion are cool and very comfortable to lean on.
So Wu Yazhen did not go back to her wing, but sat under the pavilion and wrote the 21st Century Student English newspaper. This was her homework today.
A large watermelon had just been taken out of the water in the tank. Guan Lang sliced the watermelon with a kitchen knife.
There are three people at home, so we can't eat half of it with a spoon.
"Thank you, cousin." Wu Yazhen took a piece of watermelon and ate the melon gently while writing her homework.
"Oh, I suddenly remembered something that may cause trouble to my cousin." Wu Yazhen put down her pen and said.
"Yeah." Guan Lang wiped the watermelon juice from the corner of his mouth with a tissue. "What's the matter?"
"We have a parent-teacher meeting on Thursday afternoon. Will my cousin have classes at that time?" Wu Yazhen asked.
"I don't have classes on Thursday afternoon, so I have plenty of time, but as a parent, I will go to a parent-teacher meeting for you, wouldn't it be inappropriate?" Guan Lang smiled.
Is this the first time in his life that he has been asked to attend a parent-teacher conference as a parent?
He had always played the role of a student before, and his parent-teacher conferences at that time were usually scheduled within one to two weeks after the midterm exam.
That kind of activity really makes students feel anxious. Even if they do well in the midterm exam, they still have to worry about whether the teacher will report it to their parents.
Unexpectedly, the day for him to attend such an event as a parent would come so early.
"I can only ask my cousin. Asking my parents to come all the way to Tiannan will delay their work."
"That's no problem. I will definitely go on time." Guan Lang nodded excitedly.
He had always been curious about what teachers would say to parents at parent-teacher conferences.
"Thank you, cousin. This is the schedule arranged by our teacher." Wu Yazhen took out a piece of paper from her schoolbag and handed it to Guan Lang.
Guan Lang took over the schedule.
After reading it roughly, I found that there are quite a lot of activities.
There will be speeches by teachers of various subjects, speeches by outstanding students, parents’ experience sharing sessions, and finally, parent-child game interaction sessions between parents and students.
Guan Lang, who originally thought he was going to listen to the teacher's speech, was a little panicked.
"Cousin, you'd better prepare your speech lines in advance. The teacher will randomly draw them and maybe you will be asked to share them." Wu Yazhen reminded.
"Ah?" Guan Langtou is a little big-headed. He hates trouble. "No need to prepare. There are fifty students and parents in a class, and they will definitely not choose me. My luck has been pretty good recently."
Besides, where does he, a 21-year-old boy, come from to share his experience as a parent? Isn’t this making things difficult for him?
Are the parents present old enough to be his parents?
Qin Yanxi came out after washing the dishes and sat in the pavilion to eat watermelon together.
The watermelon soaked in tank water tastes better than the watermelon refrigerated in the refrigerator. It is just right cold and refreshing, and there is no odor in the refrigerator, so it tastes sweeter.
It's a pity that there is no well in the yard. If there is a well, you can use a net bag to cover the watermelon, then tie it with a rope and lift it into the well for soaking to recall the sweet memories of your childhood.
In the afternoon, Wu Yazhen had to go to class, and Qin Yanxi also had to go back to school to work. Suddenly, Guan Lang was the only one left in the yard.
Guan Lang locked the door, rode a bicycle, and wandered for a kilometer or two. Finally, he spent a few yuan at a building materials store to buy some cement and sand, and another ten yuan to buy a trowel.
Two heavy plastic bags were hung on the handlebars of the bicycle, and the bicycle twisted and turned in the alley and returned to the yard.
Guan Lang found a piece of sand outside the yard, took a bucket of water out, and mixed some cement on the spot.
Several children who were playing house nearby saw him mixing cement and thought he was playing with sand. They also came over and looked curiously at Guan Lang's work with their big eyes.
"Brother, are you playing in the sand?" A little girl took the lead and asked with courage. "Can you join me?"
"I don't want to play, my mother won't let me play in the sand!" Another little boy shook his head and said seriously with a straight face.
"I stopped playing with sand a long time ago. Only children play with sand." Another fat boy expressed disdain for such childish behavior.
"I also want to play in the sand with my brother, it seems fun!" A girl in a little black dress raised her hand and said excitedly.
"boring!"
“Fun!”
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A group of children got into a quarrel with each other.
Guan Lang heard a dark clue. He was doing business. Where did these naughty kids come from?
"Brother is at work, mixing cement, not playing with sand." Guan Lang didn't want to be misunderstood by a few children, so he explained with a serious face.
"Cement?" The little girl in a black dress tilted her head, trying to find the memory of this word in her empty brain. "Oh! It turns out that the big brother is playing with mud. I want to play too!"
"No, playing in the mud is even dirtier. I don't want to play."
Guan Lang suddenly felt helpless like a scholar encountering a soldier.
Sighing slightly, he simply refused to explain and concentrated on doing his own thing.
Several children yelled, chased and beat them and ran away again.
Only two little fans were still watching Guan Lang mix the cement, with eager expressions on their faces. However, Guan Lang didn't say anything, and they didn't dare to intervene, so they squatted aside and watched quietly.
Guan Lang was mixing cement and shaking his head in annoyance. This was all caused by his E-level charm.
Usually he just plays around with women, but now he can even mess with a group of four or five-year-old naughty kids.
Guan Lang carried the small bucket and went into the yard to fill in the mouse holes and smooth out some of the small holes in the surrounding ground.
Qianqiu looked at the newly filled cement and stretched out his paws. He was patted lightly by Guan Lang, and he immediately retracted his paws.
This thing seems to be a Twoleg treasure and cannot be touched.
It slid aside angrily and continued to pull out weeds emerging from the cracks between the bricks.
It can't do anything about the two-legged beasts, but it can still handle the weeds.
After Guan Lang blocked the rat hole with cement, he looked at the details on the system panel and found that the sanitation index of the yard had indeed improved from 30 to 60.