Pastoral female gangster: grab a village owner to be her husband

"Okay, then I'll go back first!" Qian Lai also nodded, with a smile on his simple and honest face, he nodded to Qian Duoduo, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Qian Duoduo watched his figure disappear in place, and then turned back to Fenghuang Village. When he returned to the house, Qian Duoduo turned around and got into the space. Duoduo rushed over.

She was so startled that she jumped suddenly and jumped away.

Xiaohu flinched, and looked at Qian Duoduo with an aggrieved expression, as if Qian Duoduo had kidnapped and sold his wife.

Of course, the fact is that, although Qian Duoduo was abducted, she also called his mother out. It can be said that ever since his mother left the space, Xiaohu has been staring at the place where Qian Duoduo came in, waiting for his mother to come home.

Seeing Qian Duoduo appearing just now, it hurriedly thought that its mother had returned, but it didn't expect Qian Duoduo to be alone.

Thinking that his mother might never come back again, tears welled up in Xiaohu's eyes.

Qian Duoduo looked down at the poor little tiger, and immediately bent down and reached out to hug him: "What's the matter, little tiger, who bullied you?"

Not far away, Xiao Hui and Xiao Bai rolled their big red eyes. Although they didn't have white eyes, they wanted to roll their eyes and look down on Qian Duoduo.

Please, the little tiger is a tiger. Apart from the little tiger, here are the two weak rabbits, the green fur who practiced silently all day long, and the little donkey who grazes by the river all day long. According to the food chain, these are precious It's all the tiger's food, who dares to bully it?

Are you tired of living?

The two little rabbits despise Qian Duoduo in their hearts, but they can't say it, they are really panicking, so the two rabbits can only grit their teeth and grind.

Qian Duoduo ignored the disdainful eyes of the two rabbits, carried the little white tiger to the workshop, and put the little white tiger on the countertop of the workshop: "What's the matter, does the little tiger miss his mother?"

With tears in Xiaohu's eyes, he nodded and growled twice.

Qian Duoduo patted its head affectionately: "Don't worry, little tiger, just bear with it, mother will be back soon!"

Xiaohu nodded obediently.

Qian Duoduo smiled, hugged it and put it back on the ground: "Okay, mother is just going out to do some errands, Xiaohu waits for it to come back obediently, go play!"

Xiaohu nodded, and wagged his tail at Qian Duoduo. Qian Duoduo couldn't help shaking his head because he was teasing him. The tail is really cool.

However, Qian Duoduo thought that Xiaohu had grown up in such an environment, would it just lose its innate nature?

If one day, it leaves itself and the space, can it still survive?

Thinking of this, Qian Duoduo sighed slightly in his heart, and decided that after the tigress came back, he would seek the advice of its elders, and maybe let them go back to the jungle.

Because, if a tiger does not experience suffering from childhood, it may be difficult to grow up. Qian Duoduo is really afraid that he will help the tiger instead of harming the tiger. After all, it is a tiger. Sorry.

She made up her mind that when Huang Shulang came back, she would communicate with the tigress.

Looking at the huge processing workshop, Qian Duoduo remembered the melon seeds she had stolen in Xiaohong's owner's space before. She looked for them and found the sun-dried melon seeds in the corner.

Of course, Qian Duoduo completely forgot that he just posted the melon seeds and didn't get them back.

[About the reader’s vegetable season, according to our normal vegetable and fruit season, the ripening time of sweet potatoes is from August to September, and the ripening season of tomatoes is also in the summer and autumn of August and September in the north, while some places in the south have warmer climates It can be ripened for more than a year, and strawberries usually ripen in May and June in summer, because when Donkey wrote it, he thought that his daughter-in-law likes to eat strawberries, and it is an era of fiction. It is not necessary for everything to be the same as the real age we live in. It’s the same, so I added it. You don’t have to be serious about this. It’s not that the donkey doesn’t know, it’s just a fiction that doesn’t want to explain it too clearly. Regarding the question of adding more, I will start adding it tomorrow]