Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

"If you are really bored every day, go to the back mountain to chop firewood, or go to the workshop to make winter clothes and quilts. Don't go out to cause trouble to the heroes... okay?" At the end, Song Pan'er almost gave a sincere exhortation.

Which master would do this?

Haha, it’s still a Husky, but it’s not so troublesome.

Qiuqiu picked at her fingers, aggrieved, "Hello, Miss, Qiuqiu just wants to make progress."

Song Paner: ...

She choked at the words of the retarded robot.

It just wants to make progress, what's wrong with that?

No, no, there is nothing wrong with it wanting to make progress, but it shouldn’t cause harm to others!

"I heard that practicing martial arts requires diligent practice of basic skills. Actual combat won't be of much benefit to you. So, let's put it this way. From now on, you go to the back mountain and cut down three trees every day, chop the trees into firewood, and then plant five saplings." Song Pan'er racked her brains to make up a lie, and she almost believed it herself.

"Don't underestimate chopping trees and firewood. If you master this, it will be more effective than beating up a hundred heroes. Trust me!"

After saying this, Song Pan'er nodded heavily with great certainty.

Before Qiuqiu could say anything, Hehe, who was hanging upside down on the edge of the bed, started laughing out loud.

Song Paner: ...

She grabbed a walnut from the table and smashed it over.

I almost forgot it was this bird!

"Quack, quack, quack, quack! Now is not the time for him to be so talkative!"

Hehe, he flapped his wings and flew the walnut out, hitting Song Dahe on the head who had just entered the yard.

Song Dahe cried out "Ouch" and looked up to see Hehe with an innocent look on his face.

"You stinky parrot, did you do it?" He raised his finger and pointed at Hehe, feeling furious.

Hehe tilted his head and raised his wings to point at Song Paner in the house.

Hehe: She did it.

Song Dahe was not fooled. "You've even learned to shift the blame! Get down here! I'll beat you up or not!"

He turned around on the spot, picked up a small wooden stick from the corner, and waved it twice at the Hehe on the windowsill.

Hehe rolled his eyes and flapped his wings and flew out of the yard.

It went to find the old donkey and the little follower to see if they had caught any fish.

Song Pan'er stuck her head out of the window and asked, "Old Song, what's going on?"

Song Dahe said in a bad tone, "Isn't it said that there is no plague now? Everyone is thinking about whether to reopen the food court."

Song Pan'er patted Qiuqiu's arm, told her to go up the mountain to chop trees, and then quickly walked out of the room.

"The food court is temporarily closed. Let Lao Tie borrow two merchant ships from the Chen family and collect food along the way."

Song Dahe was completely baffled. "After the plague, everything needs to be rebuilt. Why not open a food court?"

When he heard that they were going to stockpile food again, he was even more confused. "The granaries are already full, why are we still stockpiling food?"

Song Pan'er put one hand on her waist and snatched the small wooden stick from Song Dahe's hand with the other hand.

"Old Song, didn't I say winter is going to be cold soon? Maybe it will be even colder next year."

Song Dahe scratched his head, "What does that have to do with hoarding so much food? We have enough food to last for several years, right?"

Song Paner: ...

She pulled Song Dahe and pushed him out, "Go find Ms. Qian, go find Ms. Qian to answer your question."

She was really impressed. Couldn't Old Song use his brain?

Song Dahe: ...

He suspected that his daughter disliked him, but he had no evidence.

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With a lot of questions in his mind, Song Dahe went to find Qian Jinfeng who was practicing sword.

As soon as he asked the question, Qian Jinfeng rolled his eyes.

"You're so stupid! We have enough to eat, but will the people outside have enough to eat too? If we sell the food outside, won't we make more money than at the food court?"