Farmer's Cannon Fodder: Listen to me, the whole family, change the plot

Hearing the voice of her beloved sister Song Rending again, Song Yuedan blinked and tilted her head.

Why change stones into persimmons?

Song Yuedan didn't quite understand why.

But she didn't ask.

But her mother said that smart children should observe more and not say everything.

Besides, she has been able to hear the voice of her beloved sister Song Rending since she was a child, and it has become a habit. She would not be used to not being able to hear it!

Not hearing anything else in her sister's inner voice, Song Yuedan turned her head back and counted in her mind how many steps were left to reach her own field.

Because the dog cart was not far from the Song family's fields, what Song Rending had just said in his heart was also heard by the people working in the fields.

Hearing the familiar voice of “Oh, you’re targeting me again,” the Song family knew that there would be fun to watch today.

My own Dongmei has the ability to change words with homophones. Whenever that little bastard from the neighboring Su family does something, I can ask Dongmei to return it in a different way.

But unfortunately, every time they took this situation as if someone had brought bad luck to their family. When Su Xiang'er was alive, they blamed Su Xiang'er. After Su Xiang'er was gone, Su Lai'er would curry favor with Su Fuju. When such bad things happened, they began to blame the disaster star, Su Xiang'er's mother Song Xiuhe.

In short, no matter what, there was no doubt about Su Fuzhu, the instigator of everything.

It's really pitiful, lamentable and sad.

Watching Song Rending and Song Yuedan's dog cart approaching, the Song family members in the fields put down their farm tools and walked under the shade of the trees to wait for the mung bean soup that was served on time every day.

They planned to drink a big bowl of tea, then work harder to finish the work quickly, and go back with Song Rending and the others to see what the newly modified "Stone Turning into Persimmon" looked like.

The dog cart was parked steadily under a tree at the edge of the field. The two little men, Song Rending and Song Yuedan, jumped off the cart. They first lifted the cushions on their seats, took out the bowls from the small wooden compartment under the cushions, and then opened the large baffle at the back of the cart.

Inside was a large soup pot surrounded by an old quilt.

The mung bean soup in the soup pot was chilled in the well and was surrounded by an old quilt to keep it warm. The mung bean soup from the soup pot was still cold when drunk.

Song Dafu scooped out a bowl of soup and handed it to the old man Song Sanfu who was sitting there. Song Sanfu took a sip with great pleasure and breathed a sigh of relief.

"In this weather, I still have to drink a bowl of iced mung bean soup! It's so nice to have a granddaughter!" Song Sanfu's eyes disappeared from laughing, and he was obviously showing off to an old man sitting behind the tree.

The old man sitting behind the tree is Song Sanfu’s childhood friend. People in the village now call him Song Biantou, and most children call him Grandpa Biantou. The fields of the two families are next to each other, and they often joke while working.

This Song Biantou is good in every way except that he has a granddaughter. He has three grandsons. One is a dull and stubborn one, one is a naughty and stubborn one, and the other is young but you can already tell he is a stubborn one.

As a childhood friend, Song Sanfu knew best what to say to make Song Biantou break down, and he liked the most to see this childhood friend get defensive and jump up and down.

This is the fun between them as childhood brothers.

As expected, as soon as he boasted about his granddaughter sending him soup, Song Biantou's defense was immediately broken.

"Well, great for you, you are the only one who has a granddaughter, and your mung bean soup is the best!"

As Song Biantou spoke, he pulled the tobacco leaf from Song Sanfu's waist with his hand.

He had just shared it with Song Sanfu this morning.

"Hey, hey, hey, I was just happy that my granddaughter brought me soup, why did you take it back?" Song Sanfu held the soup to Song Biantou's mouth with one hand and snatched the tobacco leaves with the other hand: "Drink more, drink more, if it's not enough, Dongmei and Danmei will scoop it for you, why do you take back something that was given to someone else?"

Song Biantou rolled his eyes at Song Sanfu, loosened his hand holding the tobacco leaf, and started drinking the soup from Song Sanfu's bowl without any hesitation.

The others just watched the two old men quarreling and no one intervened.

Because everyone knows that this is just fun between these two old guys.

We have been good friends for most of our lives, and when we play around, our behavior is always a little different from others. This is not the kind of playfulness that comes from a bad relationship, but rather the kind of playfulness that comes from a very good relationship.

After drinking the mung bean soup, Song Rendong and Song Yuedan were not needed at all. Song Dafu reached out and took the bowl and filled it up again: "Uncle Flathead, drink more, the soup is enough!"

At this time, Song Rendong and Song Yuedan nodded together: "That's right, Grandpa Flathead, drink more!"

Looking at the two little girls, Song Biantou smiled very kindly and took out two straw butterflies from under the cushion he was sitting on.

"Here, take it and play with it."

Song Biantou handed two straw butterflies to Song Rendong and Song Yuedan, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, how could this childhood friend be so lucky? He had three well-behaved granddaughters, and even among his grandsons, none of them was stubborn.

Not like him!

My son is a stubborn boy, but at least I have a daughter-in-law to control him.

Those three grandsons are more stubborn than each other, making me so angry that my head hurts, but there’s nothing I can do about them!

Especially the youngest one, who is obviously just a baby who drinks milk, but is very stubborn. If you don’t follow his procedures, he would rather starve to death than drink a sip of milk!

Alas! It is true that if you compare yourself with others, you will die; if you compare goods, you will throw them away!

It’s another day of envying my childhood friends.

Song Biantou thought so as he quickly finished a bowl of mung bean soup and glanced at his childhood friend Song Sanfu with envy.

After the Song family finished drinking the mung bean soup, they asked Song Rending and Song Yuedan to wait under the tree for a while, and went back together after finishing their work in the fields.

Song Rending and Song Yuedan squatted obediently under the tree, playing with the grass butterflies in their hands, until the work in the fields was finished. When the Song family members walked away, she and Song Yuedan drove the dog cart back.

By coincidence, when we were walking back, we met Su Fuzhu and the others at a fork in the road.

Su Fuzhu and her friends returned with a great harvest.

Because Su Fuzhu wanted to drink chicken soup, they caught two pheasants.

The moment she saw Song Rending's dog cart, Su Fuzhu started her previous plan.

She kept thinking in her mind that she wanted the wheels of Song Rending's dog car to be stuck by a stone, and it would be best if it could overturn.

When he saw her gaze, Song Rending understood what she was planning and also knew that the revised plot was about to begin.

If there is a stone stuck in the wheel, it is possible that the car will overturn.

But if there is a persimmon stuck in the wheel, that’s a different story.

Song Rending waved a small whip and directed Tiezi to run forward quickly, passing in front of Su Fuzhu with a clear route.

Then, he felt the car shake, and with two "puff" and "snapping" sounds, the wheels completed their task of clamping the persimmons. The soft persimmons were stuck by the wheels, and yellow juice splashed, which just happened to hit Su Fuzhu's clothes and face.