Sweet Garden Bliss

As soon as Zhan Zhaozhan entered the courtyard, he felt that the atmosphere in the princess mansion today was very strange. It seemed that all the busy people and idlers had gathered in the courtyard. Seeing him, the old hen who was tossing around in the cage quickly stood up , with chicken feathers still sticking to his face...

There are also many shrewd guards crowded together, as if trying to cover something underground.

"Brother Zhang, what happened in the mansion?" Zhan Zhao was puzzled, why the collective face was suffocated like constipation, and no one said hello?

He was asking Zhang Dashan, because this guy's face was the most aggrieved, but his eyebrows were like two worms, throbbing convulsively, his mouth was tightly closed, and his hands were moving very quickly. That means, anyway, " I won't tell you—"

This set of movements is probably very contagious. Guard Zhan walked a few steps, and every guard he saw was imitating the leader's movements. In short, no one was willing to explain.

There was only one cheering person, who rose into the air from behind the guards, and then quickly fell back to the ground, "clack-da-, cluck-da-".

Collective petrification!

There is such an old hen who abides by her duties, after being tossed from each cage by everyone for a long time, she still took advantage of this moment of peace to lay a warm egg, and it took all her strength to fly away. , proclaiming his meritorious deeds...

Could it be that so many people gathered around the yard just to protect these old hens from laying eggs?

Is it a golden egg?

Zhan Weiwei felt that since he came to the princess mansion, his IQ has been honed.Although he can't say for sure whether he has become smarter or has been infected with "dumbness".

Look, four little guys rushed out from the study room, and the partner held up a piece of white paper, which was not small, like a banner.

The ink hadn't dried completely yet, and a very weird question was clearly written on the white paper, displayed in front of him like a demonstration.

What kind of play is this?The faces of the little guys are also aggrieved.It's like holding back a great secret.

However, as soon as they came out, the guards and maids in the yard seemed to be liberated, moved their hands and feet, rubbed their stiff cheeks, and moved to the front of the "banner".

"Oh, my mother—how many more cages do I have to buy to hold it?"

"There are so many hens. Our princess's mansion can't hold them—the rabbits can't even be found..." .

Zhan Zhao listened to the discussion of the big guys, Zhang Er's monk couldn't figure it out, what was this blank paper for?

"There are 880 chickens and rabbits in a cage, and 17 two legs. Excuse me, how many chickens and rabbits are there in the cage?"

Song Zheng'er is the boss.Finally, I can be "tsundere" and issue a "war letter" on behalf of the four children: "Zhan-Master Zhan. I, Song Zheng'er-".

Bai Zhanpeng took a step forward, and said cautiously: "I - Bai Zhanpeng -".

"I—Bai Zhantang—"

The "little third" hasn't been making trouble with his brothers for a long time, and now he is performing according to the agreed playbook, his voice trembling with excitement: "I-I-Song-good--".

The script below is that Song Zheng'er finished speaking, but this kid was caught off guard, thinking that the voices of his younger brothers and sisters had lost their proper momentum, didn't they agree to be loud, firm, and forceful?

He didn't say anything further.Zhan Zhao said: "I'm Zhan Zhao Zhan Xiong Fei, I've known you for a long time...".

Dare to be affectionate, I thought I was going to re-introduce myself today!

There were a few uncontrollable laughter from the audience.There seemed to be noises in the princess' bedroom as well.

Song Zheng'er clenched his fists, shook the white paper in his hand a few times, and turned around to emphasize discipline to his younger siblings: "Just now—what you said was boring—you have to start over—have momentum—have momentum! Start!"

He looked at Zhanpeng and said "start—" but Xiao Zhanpeng blinked and continued to look back at him without opening his mouth.

In front of the "strong enemy", this is simply showing weakness!Song Zheng'er had been the boss for a long time, and usually Zhan Peng would never disobey what he was unwilling to disobey.

Isn't it their common goal to fight Master Zhan?Zhanpeng bears the brunt, Bi Zheng'er himself cares about it, doesn't he?

Song Zheng'er decided not to fight among himself for the time being, and gave his brother another chance, so he raised his voice again, holding up a blank paper and said, "Start——".

Such a silly partner holding a blank paper, has not issued the "war letter" until now, what a loss!

Zhan Peng continued to blink his eyes, moved his numb arms, and asked coolly, "Boss, the first sentence should be yours, right?"

"I—" Song Zheng'er blushed, after the "start", wasn't it designed for him to speak?

"Then—then let's start again—" Xiao Wazi could not help but smile when he saw the guards and maids, especially Zhang Dashan, who was already squatting on the ground with his stomach in his arms...

Song Zheng'er's psychological quality has been tempered a lot, even though the tears were rolling in his eyes, he still continued crying: "Master Zhan, I, Song Zheng'er—"

"I—Bai Zhanpeng—"

"I—Bai Zhantang—"

"I—Song—good—" The little girl's voice was very low, which was like "Cao GUI"'s principle of "one effort, then decline, and three exhaustion".

Fortunately, this time Song Zheng'er didn't ask to do it all over again, and he continued with his chest upright: "The four of us challenge you, Master Zhan, please give us the answer to this question."

Zhanpeng temporarily added the content of the script: "There is a limited time-to-this time tomorrow!"

Song Zheng'er was stunned for a moment, then nodded sharply: "Yes! It's only tomorrow, if Master Zhan can't answer, he will lose to us!"

Zhan Zhao is a little confused, the big and small of the princess's mansion don't like to play cards according to common sense, and today the four little people gave birth to demon moths again, look at this big white paper, there are eighty-eight thousand in a cage Thousands of 880 chickens and rabbits, how big a cage do we have to make?Are you sure there is such a thing?

But, now it's Xiaowazi who is challenging to become a master, can he not accept it?That's even more shameful!

"Okay! Master accepts your challenge, and I will give you the answer at this time tomorrow. However, your practice should not be delayed, Zhenger, take Zhanpeng Zhantang to squat!"

The three boys who were showing off their might just now became wilted all of a sudden, and they lined up obediently towards the practice field, leaving Song Haohao as a "little princess", looking at the backs of his brothers sympathetically...

Ever since she resolutely refused to continue practicing martial arts, mother agreed to let her go. She can stay in the kindergarten and have fun with a group of little girls. At this age, shouldn't she just "have dinner" happily ?My daughter doesn't mean to be a heroine, so I don't want to practice it. Anyway, I have some foundation now, and equipped with hidden weapons that are handy. When I grow up, I can attack someone when I encounter some troubles. "Surprise".

Zhan Daxia folded the white paper received in his hand, and glanced at the chicken cage and rabbit cage that was still covered by the big guys. He understood that this group of people were all waiting to see a joke.

He walked past Zhang Dashan, and the leader of the guards also felt embarrassed. He rubbed his aching stomach, which was suppressed from laughing, and said embarrassingly: "Brother Zhan, why don't I give you a cage of old hens and wild rabbits——" Number of houses?"

Anyway, there are only these animals, and they are still far away from the "eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight". I am not afraid that you will find the answer!

In fact, after getting along for a long time, I found that Zhan Zhao's humanity is really good. If it weren't for the little masters who wanted to win the game, the guards and maids of the princess' mansion would also want to help this "hero" pass the test smoothly.

"That's it - thank you, Brother Zhang, this cage should be outside. I really can't put it in my bedroom." Zhan Zhao said with a smile, and walked towards the practice field.

"We have so many chickens and rabbits, so we can calculate small numbers. How can he calculate so many big numbers without guarding the cage?" A guard expressed his opinion, stroking "Xiao Bai" with one hand To prevent it from approaching the old hen, this dog is old and often wanders around the "Happiness Garden" by himself, and doesn't care if he meets strangers, as long as he doesn't get close to the princess mansion and kindergarten.

Now that I came back, I found a lot of small animals, and barely showed some interest. If the guards were not worried that these chickens and rabbits would continue to have value, they would not be willing to stop "Xiao Bai" from taking them away!

Even if it was taken away, "Xiao Bai" couldn't have ripped off the old hen violently, and swallowed it...

The maid Sui'er brought half a pot of milk and called out "Xiao Bai"'s name: "Drink some milk first, and the rabbit meat will be stewed in the kitchen, and you can eat the rotten ones...".

"Xiao Bai" rubbed his head against Sui'er's arm, lowered his head to lick a few mouthfuls of milk, then stopped, no longer paying attention to those tired and frightened old hens, and walked slowly back to his kennel rest.

Its back is a bit shaky, and it is easy to remind people of the word "hero's twilight". The story of leading the "dog team" in Zhuyang County to track down the tomb robbers and rescue Cailian has become an eternal memory.

Its kennel should be the most luxurious "kennel" in the entire Song Dynasty, with a space of five meters squared by the most skillful carpenter in Zhuyang County. There are people who lay it flat and fold it to dry, and the animal pillows made by Cailian are scattered around the edges.

Sometimes, the children would also squeeze into this "kennel" to chat with "Xiaobai", smooth his fur, and let his wet tongue lick against his little hand...

However, no one can stop its aging pace. The lifespan of a dog is much shorter than that of a human, and no one can accompany it from the beginning to the end. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)