The beloved baby has a space

Chapter 225 Reporting the News

Because they were busy harvesting, the Wang family members only ate a few bites of food quickly.

Many families even ate directly in the fields, but Grandma Wang invited everyone to her home to eat.

The children were naturally happy, and the adults also took the opportunity to rest.

"The rain might start anytime soon, so don't dawdle. I told you to come back for dinner, not to come back and act like royalty." Old Mrs. Wang put down her rice bowl first, finished the last sip of tea, grabbed a sickle from the doorway, and went out.

The Wang family owns 20 mu of land, and Old Wang wanted her to rest, but he couldn't stop her.

Old Wang looked at Old Liu, whose face didn't look too good, and smiled awkwardly: "Well, my dear in-law, my wife wasn't talking about you, she was just talking about the children in the family."

Old Liu remained silent, hurriedly ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and was about to leave.

"Finish eating and get back to work," Old Liu told his two sons.

Old Wang hurriedly said, "No rush, no rush, eat your meal, eat the meat, don't just keep picking at the vegetables!"

Liu Dashi and Liu Ershi really wanted to take some meat, but seeing that their father hadn't eaten any meat the whole time, they were too embarrassed to do so.

He finished his rice in two bites and then went out.

Old Wang couldn't figure out whether his in-laws were giving him the cold shoulder or what, since this was only their first formal meeting.

"Father, don't overthink it," Liu said, seeing the conflicted look on Old Wang's face. "My father doesn't have any bad intentions, he's just—"

"I know, I think your dad and your mom are quite similar in temperament." They both have a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

Although the words they say may not sound very pleasant, they are not spoken carelessly; most of them are reasonable.

They're all pragmatists, and he admires them.

For this reason, Old Wang actually had a pretty good impression of his in-laws whom he was meeting for the first time.

"Don't linger too long, it'll be bad if it rains." Old Wang looked at his children, "Don't go out this afternoon, stay home and guard the grain. If you hear thunder, quickly bring the grain in, understand?"

Wang Dalang: "I know, Grandpa, leave the house to us."

The grain harvesting rush involves not only harvesting what's in the fields, but also what's on the dam or in the yard.

Otherwise, if a thunderstorm comes and the grain drying on the dam isn't brought in in time, it will sprout in less than two days after being soaked by the rain.

Not only did it affect the taste, but it also made it impossible to sell.

They only harvest grain twice a year, and the whole family relies on selling grain to make a living.

With everyone busy at work, Wang Wulang, who had been wanting to speak, didn't get a chance to say anything.

On the contrary, Gou Sheng and his group also helped guard the grain on the dam.

Besides their own courtyards, each family had also dried a lot of grain on that public threshing floor.

Only five or six bushels of grain were dried in the yard; the rest were on the dam.

The courtyard was left to the wives and Wang Aibao to guard, while the area on the dam was left to the children to guard.

The children didn't just stand by; they also helped pick out the straw from the rice stalks.

During this busy farming season, even the laziest child becomes diligent.

Gou Sheng and his friends were playful and mischievous, and soon they became friends with the other children in the village who were also guarding the grain. Then they started telling each other about what had happened in the back mountain.

However, in Gou Sheng's eyes, there was another version of the story.

"...They must have been a few bandits. I hit that bandit right in the eye with my stone! And believe it or not, he fell down, which gave me quite a fright. I was afraid he would come after me."

The children immediately asked, "And then what happened?"

These children are all grown up and capable of doing things. Some of the other children would cry their eyes out when they got home, and then fall asleep after crying themselves to sleep.

Others looked completely bewildered, having no idea what had happened. They just kept saying how tired they were from walking.

"Later, an adult came along, and that adult got into a fight with the bandits." Doghead clicked his tongue, struggling with how to explain the matter clearly. "Well, anyway, I think adults fighting is no different from us. They just pull hair, tug at clothes, or play the monkey stealing peaches. It's all the same old tricks."

Wang Wulang couldn't listen anymore.

"What are you talking about! That's clearly not how it is!" Wang Wulang glared at the dog's head. "They're using martial arts. If you don't know, don't talk nonsense."

Actually, the children didn't see any dead people. At first, they didn't pay attention, but later Red Hare stopped them from looking.

Wang Wulang was unaware that someone had died, but that did not prevent him from seeing the moves of Red Hare and the others.

Gou Sheng retorted, "What kind of martial arts are you talking about? I think it's no different from fighting with those thugs."

“Martial arts are martial arts, hmph, ha, hey, ever heard of them?” Wang Wulang said, making a few gestures with his hands.

He studied with Chi Jia for a few months, and then with Chi Ding for a while. Putting aside everything else, at least his movements were somewhat decent.

Seeing him demonstrate, the other children in the Wang family couldn't help but imitate him as well. Since they had all received Chi Jia's instruction, their movements were very synchronized. When several of them did it together, the effect was naturally quite impressive.

It stunned all the children around.

The three Gou Sheng brothers gaped in astonishment; this was indeed quite different.

They also want to learn.

"Wow, this is martial arts!" The other children's eyes lit up.

Wang Wulang raised his chin: "See? This is martial arts. It's not some thugs fighting. What you see are their bare teeth and claws, but what we see are their moves. And didn't you see them flying around? That's lightness skill. We won't be able to learn lightness skill for long!"

The children didn't know what qinggong (lightness skill) was, but from Wang Wulang's description, they knew, oh, that's being able to fly like a bird.

So everyone pestered Wang Wulang and his friends, wanting them to teach them a move or two.

Wang Dalang watched as his younger brothers transformed into little teachers, beginning to instruct them on how to squat in a horse stance.

"Squatting in a horse stance is a fundamental skill. We've been doing it for two or three months! At first, we could only squat for a short while, but now we can squat for half a day without feeling tired. That's because we've laid a good foundation." Wang Wulang's words were naturally exaggerated, but his brothers didn't call him out on it.

For a time, the dam was filled with children squatting in a horse stance.

Looking at those people gazing at them with admiration, Wang Wulang felt incredibly proud, but he vaguely felt that he had forgotten something.

Forget it, if something can be forgotten, then it probably isn't important.

Only little Ayu looked at her brothers, blinking her little eyes.

I wondered how Uncle Rabbit and the others were doing now.

They haven't come back for dinner yet; they'll be hungry.

At this moment, Chi Tu and the others had somewhat complicated expressions.

"A sacred dragon weighing over a thousand pounds? Does such a thing even exist in the world?"
They had seen giant pythons before, weighing at most a hundred pounds, which could strangle a person to death.

What does something weighing over a thousand pounds look like?
Chi Ding said, "These people are probably up to no good. The Youlong Clan must not let them go. Chi Ma, hurry up and report this to the young master and his wife!"

One of them answered, "Yes!"

That afternoon, Hu Xiaoliu, the second son of the village chief, prepared to go to the livestock pen to feed the animals as usual.

There were not only cattle and sheep there, but also donkeys and horses on Old Wang's cart.

Old Wang's family asked them to look after the livestock first, because only the village chief's livestock pen was spacious enough.

"Thud!" The hay in Hu Xiaoniu's hand fell to the ground.

"Oh no! Uncle Wang's horse is missing!"

(End of this chapter)