four and a half year old farm family pet

Yuan Bao was a little impatient and waved his hand, "Okay, okay, didn't I say, you make your own decisions."

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." The Monkey King accused Yuanbao, his master, of not fulfilling his responsibilities and being careless.

Yuan Bao laughed angrily, wondering if these monkeys had gone crazy or were suffering from some serious illness. How could they take the initiative to take the job and become more energetic as they worked?

And why is this monkey king so annoying? Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi kept talking and followed wherever he went.

She returned to the Mansion of the God of Fortune, and before Yinzi showed up, the newly appointed monkey king jumped right in front of her.

Yuan Bao was a little tired of being pestered by the Monkey King, so he simply closed his eyes and left the God of Fortune's Mansion.

The monkey king was left jumping up and squeaking and cursing, and then ordered the monkeys to hoe the ground and prepare to plant mulberry and raise silkworms.

Yuan Bao didn't know what the Monkey King had decided. As soon as he left the God of Fortune Mansion, he heard footsteps coming from far away.

As soon as she went to open the door, she saw the maid holding a letter in one hand and raising the other hand, preparing to knock on the door.

"Your Highness, this is a letter from Lanzhou." The maid handed the letter to Yuan Bao with both hands.

Yuan Bao took it and saw that it was a letter from his fourth brother Jin Duobao.

While opening the letter, she turned around and walked into the house, letting the maid who had just arrived with ice enter the house to replace the basin of ice water that had melted.

In the letter, Jin Duobao said that he had followed Jin Fubao's suggestion, dug holes in the two barren mountains, and planted the kinds of trees Jin Fubao mentioned.

At present, although the saplings of those trees are a little wilted, there seems to be no problem in their survival.

He also said that the fruit saplings planted earlier were growing very well, and that the house built next to the original house had been completed. Bao Juhua, Xu Liudi and others had come to stay for a few days.

She also said that the wasteland has been completely reclaimed, and they will wait for the rice harvest in the first half of the year, and then rush to plant the new rice she gave them.

After explaining the above, it was only one page. The remaining thick pile was written by the friends Quanquan Paopao made in the village and asked Jin Duobao to write it on his behalf.

Yuan Bao glanced at the contents of the letter. ‘The dog fell into the manure pit and was beaten by his mother, and it still smells bad’ ‘The little melon stepped on cow dung again…’

Yuan Bao laughed out loud when he thought of a seven-foot man like Fourth Brother sitting at a table, surrounded by a group of children, ghostwriting these contents for a group of children.

Yuan Bao took out his letter, then folded the remaining letters and stuffed them back into the envelope.

Then he handed it to the maid and said, "Take this to Paopao and the others."

The maid took the letter and went to the courtyard where Quanquan Pao lived.

The brother and sister had just finished their homework for the day and put down their pens.

After receiving the letter, the brother and sister happily sat at the desk and read it word by word.

The immature child's voice read the simple and unpretentious little things in life in the letter, making the maids and maids serving in the room smile from ear to ear.

"Reply the letter! I want to reply to Gou Sheng and the others!" After putting down the letter, Paopao said and stretched out the letter paper himself.

Seeing that Quanquan didn't move, she urged Quanquan: "Brother, why don't you write it? What I write is what I write, and what you write is what you write~ And I won't ghostwrite for you!"

Quanquan looked like an expert, "I'll just add a few more sentences at the end of your letter later."

"No! You have to send a few letters! At least one page! You usually don't speak, so when you write a letter you don't speak. Are you trying to be a boring gourd? No, no, no! You have to write! I'll check it later!"

Quanquan couldn't resist his sister, so he could only move behind his desk opposite.

Although Quanquan Paopao is only six years old now, they can already read enough characters for ordinary writing.

In terms of writing, Quanquan, who has a calm temperament, is better, but Paopao's writing is not bad, comparable to the handwriting written by teenagers in school.

(End of this chapter)