Fang Lei is a girl, and her father was naturally helpless. However, Ding Xiaojun was not willing to do so. I smashed the window glass of your house. Before I scared you, I might as well do it more!
Thinking of this, Ding Xiaojun seemed to be possessed. Ding Xiaojun was thinking about this question all morning. How can Zhao Wenge be afraid?
Do you beat his two baby sons?
I can't do it. Those two little guys followed him one day with their elder brothers, and no matter what, they still have some feelings.
Besides, Zhao Hongwei and Zhao Hongbing are not only his sons, Zhao Wenge alone, they are also Wu Yuzhen's sons.
It was noon soon, and Ding Xiaojun still didn't think of a better and more amazing way.
And sister Fang Lei had already prepared the meal. Fang Lei filled the lunch box with the meal first, and then she started eating with her younger brother Ding Xiaojun
Brother, I'll go and deliver food to Lao Fang. You stay at home. I've dried some beans in front of the door. You have to watch it out, I'm afraid that other people's chickens will come to eat.
Fang Lei always calls her father Fang Jiahua, Lao Fang, as if he will suffer a loss by calling him dad.
Sister, can’t you stop calling Dad Lao Fang?
Ding Xiaojun curled his lips at Fang Lei who was burying his head to eat.
Don't you understand what I said?
Fang Lei kneaded the bowl on the table with great force, but I didn't understand. I said it again. I was watching the beans I had dried. If someone ate half a piece of chicken, be careful I will peel your skin!
Speaking of chicken eating beans, Ding Xiaojun suddenly had an idea and immediately had a good idea.
Sister, I'd better go and send it to you, hehe, I don't want to be skinned by anyone!
Ding Xiaojun reached out and wiped his hand on his mouth, grabbed the lunch box, and ran away.
Ding Xiaojun found him on the mountain, and handed over the lunch box, then chased the sheep away.
Fang Jiahua put sheep. It was autumn, and the sheep were covered with thick hair. Therefore, when the weather was hot, the sheep would look for shade to hide everywhere, so a flock of sheep was broken. Here are a few, there are a bunch of sheep, and this method of sheep is the most dangerous. Sheep may run to eat the crops in the field or get lost.
Fang Jiahua is a kind of literati who doesn't have much energy to chase the running sheep. Since she can't catch up, if something happens, it goes without saying what the consequences will be. Even a three-year-old child understands it.
Fang Jiahua sat under a small tree and watched Ding Xiaojun chase the sheep for only one meal. Ding Xiaojun drove the sheep into a ball, but what was not good was that one of the sheep had lame legs.
Dad, this sheep was beaten with stones
Ding Xiaojun pointed at the lame sheep. If you chase the sheep in the future, you should pay attention to their feet first. If the sheep's feet are lifted, you must not use stones to hit them. You have to wait until it puts down before hitting them.
Ding Xiaojun said, turning his face to look at Fang Jiahua with a confused look on his face
Haha, little guy!
Fang Jiahua grinned, there are so many names!
I didn't understand!
When Ding Xiaojun saw Fang Jiahua laughing, he also giggled silly, Dad, remember, when the sheep's feet are lifted, you must not use stones to hit them, because once they hit, the sheep's feet will be broken!
Ding Xiaojun picked up a small stone on the ground and set an example for Fang Jiahua. Dad, did you see that the sheep's feet are on the ground. Even if the stone you knocked out is bigger, it will not break the sheep's feet.
oh
Fang Jiahua still admires this stepson very much. So, Xiaojun, can the sheep with broken feet be good?
It should be fine
Ding Xiaojun glanced at Fang Jiahua, who was so stubborn. Don’t say that you beat me or dad. If you understand, just say that I beat me. As for this lame sheep, I will take it back tonight and I will just look for Uncle Jin.
Ding Xiaojun said Uncle Jin is a veterinarian Jin Xiaolin. Like Fang Jiahua, he is also a person who is often criticized and criticized.
However, Ding Xiaojun gets along well with him. Every time Kim Hyo-lin cuts boars or rams that cannot be planted, Ding Xiaojun is helping around him.
Of course, Ding Xiaojun went to help for a purpose, just to have a barbecue pig or sheep
Fang Jiahua saw that his stepson helped him solve the problem, so he felt much more relieved.
I was being criticized and beaten the sheep's legs to a lame, which would destroy production.
If this crime is added, then Zhao Wenge will not have been killed by Zhao Wenge
Ding Xiaojun had something to do in his mind, and stayed in the mountain with Fang Jiahua for about two hours. It was almost two o'clock. Ding Xiaojun told Fang Jiahua that he wanted to go home to read a book, so he left.
Just by the door of Zhao Wenge's house, Ding Xiaojun saw a large group of chickens looking for something to eat outside Zhao Wenge's house, so he stopped.
One, two, three...
Ding Xiaojun counted hard, but the chickens were not very honest and kept jumping over. He jumped over. A little rooster was still flapping its wings and flying around.
Ding Xiaojun! What are you doing with my chicken?
Zhao Wenge yelled while rubbing his eyes
I...I'm learning to count my dad's sheep always runs around, and I can't count them accurately!
Ding Xiaojun pouted, still counting the flying chickens.
Ding Xiaojun, wow, Ding Xiaojun! You are stupid, maybe you are not convinced!
Zhao Wenge looked like he was so sorry for his iron. Hi, no need to count! There were 16, not many, not many
Thinking of this, Ding Xiaojun seemed to be possessed. Ding Xiaojun was thinking about this question all morning. How can Zhao Wenge be afraid?
Do you beat his two baby sons?
I can't do it. Those two little guys followed him one day with their elder brothers, and no matter what, they still have some feelings.
Besides, Zhao Hongwei and Zhao Hongbing are not only his sons, Zhao Wenge alone, they are also Wu Yuzhen's sons.
It was noon soon, and Ding Xiaojun still didn't think of a better and more amazing way.
And sister Fang Lei had already prepared the meal. Fang Lei filled the lunch box with the meal first, and then she started eating with her younger brother Ding Xiaojun
Brother, I'll go and deliver food to Lao Fang. You stay at home. I've dried some beans in front of the door. You have to watch it out, I'm afraid that other people's chickens will come to eat.
Fang Lei always calls her father Fang Jiahua, Lao Fang, as if he will suffer a loss by calling him dad.
Sister, can’t you stop calling Dad Lao Fang?
Ding Xiaojun curled his lips at Fang Lei who was burying his head to eat.
Don't you understand what I said?
Fang Lei kneaded the bowl on the table with great force, but I didn't understand. I said it again. I was watching the beans I had dried. If someone ate half a piece of chicken, be careful I will peel your skin!
Speaking of chicken eating beans, Ding Xiaojun suddenly had an idea and immediately had a good idea.
Sister, I'd better go and send it to you, hehe, I don't want to be skinned by anyone!
Ding Xiaojun reached out and wiped his hand on his mouth, grabbed the lunch box, and ran away.
Ding Xiaojun found him on the mountain, and handed over the lunch box, then chased the sheep away.
Fang Jiahua put sheep. It was autumn, and the sheep were covered with thick hair. Therefore, when the weather was hot, the sheep would look for shade to hide everywhere, so a flock of sheep was broken. Here are a few, there are a bunch of sheep, and this method of sheep is the most dangerous. Sheep may run to eat the crops in the field or get lost.
Fang Jiahua is a kind of literati who doesn't have much energy to chase the running sheep. Since she can't catch up, if something happens, it goes without saying what the consequences will be. Even a three-year-old child understands it.
Fang Jiahua sat under a small tree and watched Ding Xiaojun chase the sheep for only one meal. Ding Xiaojun drove the sheep into a ball, but what was not good was that one of the sheep had lame legs.
Dad, this sheep was beaten with stones
Ding Xiaojun pointed at the lame sheep. If you chase the sheep in the future, you should pay attention to their feet first. If the sheep's feet are lifted, you must not use stones to hit them. You have to wait until it puts down before hitting them.
Ding Xiaojun said, turning his face to look at Fang Jiahua with a confused look on his face
Haha, little guy!
Fang Jiahua grinned, there are so many names!
I didn't understand!
When Ding Xiaojun saw Fang Jiahua laughing, he also giggled silly, Dad, remember, when the sheep's feet are lifted, you must not use stones to hit them, because once they hit, the sheep's feet will be broken!
Ding Xiaojun picked up a small stone on the ground and set an example for Fang Jiahua. Dad, did you see that the sheep's feet are on the ground. Even if the stone you knocked out is bigger, it will not break the sheep's feet.
oh
Fang Jiahua still admires this stepson very much. So, Xiaojun, can the sheep with broken feet be good?
It should be fine
Ding Xiaojun glanced at Fang Jiahua, who was so stubborn. Don’t say that you beat me or dad. If you understand, just say that I beat me. As for this lame sheep, I will take it back tonight and I will just look for Uncle Jin.
Ding Xiaojun said Uncle Jin is a veterinarian Jin Xiaolin. Like Fang Jiahua, he is also a person who is often criticized and criticized.
However, Ding Xiaojun gets along well with him. Every time Kim Hyo-lin cuts boars or rams that cannot be planted, Ding Xiaojun is helping around him.
Of course, Ding Xiaojun went to help for a purpose, just to have a barbecue pig or sheep
Fang Jiahua saw that his stepson helped him solve the problem, so he felt much more relieved.
I was being criticized and beaten the sheep's legs to a lame, which would destroy production.
If this crime is added, then Zhao Wenge will not have been killed by Zhao Wenge
Ding Xiaojun had something to do in his mind, and stayed in the mountain with Fang Jiahua for about two hours. It was almost two o'clock. Ding Xiaojun told Fang Jiahua that he wanted to go home to read a book, so he left.
Just by the door of Zhao Wenge's house, Ding Xiaojun saw a large group of chickens looking for something to eat outside Zhao Wenge's house, so he stopped.
One, two, three...
Ding Xiaojun counted hard, but the chickens were not very honest and kept jumping over. He jumped over. A little rooster was still flapping its wings and flying around.
Ding Xiaojun! What are you doing with my chicken?
Zhao Wenge yelled while rubbing his eyes
I...I'm learning to count my dad's sheep always runs around, and I can't count them accurately!
Ding Xiaojun pouted, still counting the flying chickens.
Ding Xiaojun, wow, Ding Xiaojun! You are stupid, maybe you are not convinced!
Zhao Wenge looked like he was so sorry for his iron. Hi, no need to count! There were 16, not many, not many
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