The world is broken, the cubs mend it

Perhaps zombies like Yuanyuan have already appeared in other places they can’t see.

007 felt that it was a bit difficult for him to survive, just like the young host. The advanced zombies did not have the defense ability to be invulnerable to swords and guns.

It is not certain that it has the ability to climb. If the opponent was a special forces soldier before the mutation, then just pretend that it has never thought about these words.

At this moment, Yuanyuan was sitting on a small car, which was assembled from discarded large iron basins, wooden boards and small pulleys.

A big white wolf with a rope around its body was pulling the cart in front, and a man and the wolf were running wildly in the yard.

The little white wolf that was rescued in the snow and wind that day has grown up. It has made outstanding contributions in resisting invaders and often stands in front of the father and daughter.

Qi Siyue initially thought about releasing it back into the wild, as the child had developed feelings for it after spending so much time with it.

It helped the family a lot and was a capable fighter, so they kept it.

The white wolf is not picky about food and will eat whatever is given to it. It can even eat noodles wrapped in broth and they are very delicious. It will eat whatever the father and daughter eat.

The original lawn in the yard has become wasteland. The child let the white wolf pull the cart on the lawn all day long, and it has been ground into soft sand.

"Dad, I'm so tired!"

Yuanyuan got out of the car after playing enough, and ran towards him with her little legs, without a drop of sweat on her little face.

The baby fat on her face gradually diminished, revealing the outline of an oval face. She grabbed his trouser legs with both hands and asked him to carry her home.

"Are you sure you're tired?"

Qi Siyue picked up the child with both hands, looked at the white wolf lying on the ground with its tongue hanging out due to exhaustion, and gently pinched the child's little face.

"Tired of playing..."

Yuanyuan's little face rested on his father's shoulder, his chubby little face was squeezed into a ball.

"When you feel tired, go back and write two more words..."

When Qi Siyue has nothing to do on weekdays, he teaches his children to do some arithmetic and practice some simple words.

Today, children are no longer illiterate and can understand some simple children's books.

“I’m already very tired, why should I write?”

Yuanyuan pretended to be very tired because she didn't want to continue practicing calligraphy. Writing was boring and she just wanted to draw stickmen on paper.

"Where are you tired?"

Qi Siyue knew that she was just playing around and wanted to avoid studying.

It would be a shame not to study since you have nothing to do.

"I feel dizzy, dizzy, and my legs are cramping. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to faint..."

Yuanyuan's hands and feet twitched as she spoke, and her acting skills became more and more perfect.

"..."

The child was twitching as if he was going to mutate, and he was suspected to have PTSD due to learning.

Qi Siyue was holding the child so tightly that he almost dropped it from his arms.

Even so, Yuanyuan can only avoid studying for one day at most.

And Qi Siyue seemed to know naturally how to deal with children who don’t like to study. If the children continue to be unwilling to study, he will lose the motivation to cook.

"Dad, I'm so hungry, can you go and cook?"

Yuanyuan looked at her father lying motionless on the sofa, walked up to him and gently pulled his arm.

"If you don't study, I feel uncomfortable. I feel so uncomfortable that I can't cook."

Qi Siyue was in charge of the family's food supply. He lay fragilely on the sofa, as if he would fall apart if blown by the wind.

"?"

Yuanyuan scratched the back of his head and looked at his father who was as strong as an ox, wondering what was wrong with him.

"Then I'll write a line..."

"Too little, write at least two pages."

"Two pages are too much. I can't finish it. I can only write five lines at most."

"No, then I still don't really want to cook."

"..."

Yuanyuan looked at her indifferent father, thought carefully, looked at him with deep sorrow, gritted her teeth and made the biggest concession.

"Then I'll go write a page."

"make a deal!"

Qi Siyue patted her palm with his broad hand, then got up and went to the kitchen to prepare food.

"..."

Yuanyuan obediently ran to the study, picked up the pen and started writing stroke by stroke.

The more she wrote, the more she felt something was wrong. She thought her father had wanted her to write one page from the beginning, and that he asked her to write two pages just to make her give in.

As soon as the little head figured it out, he felt cheated the instant he did so. His mouth bulged like a puffer fish, and he completed the learning task angrily.